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homeboy sandman - or lyrics

come on, sport!
i was pulling strings while you was stealing strings from jansport
you could never break fly if you was an airport
you could never get airborne
you’re the type of cat that a care bear never could care for
never should have stepped in my territory
who you shaved your beard off and dyed your hair for?
homie like a test that you never prepared for
given in a cl-ss that you never was there for
you could never roll this deep if you joined the marine core
or blow if you was f-ckin’ with c4
broke off from the mainstream, took me a detour
you are not a real threat, you’re just a decoy
sally sells seash-lls down by the seash0r-
fresh k!lls
i’m fresh ill like i just stepped out of creedmore
i got a hunch like igor that once you hear it you’re gonna need more
dope add first plus doper than before
more deeper than a natural resource
you will get torn a new -ssh0l- and then your -ssh0l- will get re-torn
if you try to step with a retort
homie do ya harm you don’t have any recourse
confidence gone that could never be restored
you might never again record
you might end up deformed
whats the story with leapfrogs- what’d they leap for?
as a young boy used to smoke h-lla reefer now i’ve been reformed
homie set a high bar for you to reach for
grew up on daylight eating peace porridge
that’s the type of rappers i speak for, so why i try to stay so unique for?
i got a knuckle sandwich for your keister i am a conquistador
i make your top 5 next 4
i’m probably adored by the girl next door
i’ve been rhyming since i got born, i ain’t never got bored
i keep a lo-pro like jason borne
queens is the borough; concrete the decor
i am just a squirrel tryna get an acorn
i never climbed k2 skipped to k4
i keep sharp as a razor, that’s what i’m paid for
i shed light like god on day 4
one man’s ceiling is another man’s floor
one man’s beamer is another man’s ford
one man plummets as another man soars
i’m the one that soars, of course
i caught more ears than there’s ears of corn
i rock like shale, limestone, and the quartz
i don’t need a chick that’s tryna buy the whole store
i just need a chick that’s down to shoot some home p-rn
i rock reboks, not diadoras
i stay adorned, i’m just getting warm
any given time i shine like a menorah
you are not the man, you’re more like the minor
you get ignored
i don’t need a hook nor a chorus
when i flow i don’t need a motor nor oars
my home court is amongst reservoir dogs
labrador-osaurus
you don’t wanna lock h-rns with the warlord
you’ll be forlorn
you’ve been forewarned
sandman -sicki- sandy for short
kick back chilling at a sandy resort
backpack: where my shield and sword are stored
train of thought, blow a h-rn mean all aboard
bout to hit however you are like a meteor
h-ll hath no fury like a chick scorned
my rap cuts keep you up like when chicks snore
homeboy brought the news like katie couric
you can see that i ain’t fit in any category
on they own accord, party people scream for encores
never been divorced
married to this hip hop for richer or poorer
my brand of hip hop nothing like yours
it’s nothin like norm
pick up the knife, ward(?)
i meddled in(?) drugs could cure
people tell me i should try saint john’s wart
cold sweats, hot sweats leaking out my pores
doc said imma go deaf from the applause
and hit me with a copay i could not afford
f-ck that insurance, now i’m busy filling out medicaid forms
now the state’s healthcare love to extort
i ain’t never gonna get sick no more
just to make sure, imma drink a lot of ensure
i think it’s kinda extra to drive an explorer
when you just gonna drive next door
tell me, when’s the last time you drove through the forest?
why the nicks play d like matadors?
sh-t is so annoying
whole quarters cats don’t even run down court
is this the same team james dollan paid for?
is this the same team pat ewing played for?
oh my lord
does anyone besides lee(?) wanna crash sports?
does anyone besides me wanna fast forward
h–rd your ball crawford
you must be dreaming like al b. sure! if you think i’ll take shorts
back in 102 i ate lunch with sporks
name all in your mouth like spoons and forks
f-ck ya’ll wh0r-s, f-ck ya’ll dorks
mark -ss busta -ss busta -ss marks tryna act hardcore ya’ll aren’t
in real life you’re chicken like fogh-rn legh-rn
in real life you’re yellow like ventnor
yellow like the raincoat marky mark wore in perfect storm
i put ya on ice like bobby orr
ray borque, rob brendan moore (?)
(?)i ab hold your whole h–rd(?)
all your cohorts
anyone with home you hope to consort
anyone you know that died i hate they corpse
anyone you know jedi i hate they force
i hate uniforms, when it come to cuneiform i’m a formidable force
i run up on your corner with the unicorn h-rn and go straight tyrannosaurus
i’d like to dedicate _____(?)
to l-b– majora
this is not the type of cut that need neosporin
this is the type of cut for any connoisseurs
school of hard knocks, head home monitor
i am a sight for sore orbs
i flow like a cyborg
albacore
pretty girl drop your drawers
i blow your back out so you need to kidnap a chiropractor and be his captor
you are a -ss like eeyore
i’m tryna get in contact with lee orr
so he can help put me on tour
this one chick asked me bout a juciy(?) co-tour
i asked her what for
she asked me once more
said i’s immature cuz i wouldn’t conform
i told her au revoir
homeboy sand on a tour
he the man, he the man, not skeletor
do i like oranges? sure
‘or’ is out my orifice, pore
and i could go on for fourscore
ya’ll would get bored, and that’d be unfortunate
so imma put a fork in it, finished

- homeboy sandman lyrics

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