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jid - chameleons lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1: j.i.d]
i know y’all thought it would be a minute before i got back at you
para tu’s a cl-ssic, and i knew that
but y’all got me confused with the new cats
and the third member of that group with the other two cool cats
and that’s cool, ’cause i knew that
but who thought i was coming with them cool raps
you should be boom-bapped in two slaps
i just light the flame, i’m j.i.d, i’m a new match
wild and untamed, and i do the same to your boo, snatch
i’m in it like i’m smith, emmitt
lil’ venice need money
i’m trumping out the apprentice
tell the judge, “fuck a life sentence”
if i die, my cats [?] should have a mic in it
doing my drugs like i’m hendrix
i’m jimi, grabbing my jimmy
who am i offending
fuck a prosecutor, judge, come yell the defendant
whole court fucked up so i ain’t fuckin’ with it
so fuck it, i’m spilling like what’s good pimpin’
heard niggas throwing shots, i’ll flick it
that’s a big bill for a midget
but to a big deal, that shit smaller than a chicklet
back to the digits, i ain’t got enough time to sit and wait
i got too much on my plate, too much to say
so that para tu 2’s on the way
my partner came with the pair of new-news in the j
maybe six or like seven, i don’t know, it was an eighth
and some hen with the chaser, but that was for the ladies
now what the fuck i’m saying, i’m a fuckin’ lightweight
takin’ shots like, “wait, wait, wait”
i’m good now, then i take a 40 to the face
you singin’ 40s to next like [?] dollars
him pop on them rappers like matt hoffman
no problem, i done shot him, got a shotta, next they like
guadalajara, guatemala, idaho, i don’t know
just somewhere to get me away if the feds on my chase
’cause i sprayed it
i pray it never happen, but if occasion turn to fate
i’m punching niggas in the face, straight up
so follow the fuckin’ leader, i’m kickin’ my fuckin’ feet up
lookin’ for competition outside of e-g, mereba
and you see who on the feature
then you featured in the bleachers
and i’m still fuckin’ teachin’
and i’m still waitin’ on that shit from money makin’ nique
he told you niggas you shouldn’t sleep, i agree so
every fuckin’ rapper or record, i’ma eat, no feast
you niggas can join me so that’s word to the lion king
i’m on to some giant tings
i’m slaying goliath, david, goliath, them giant tings
consultin’ with mayans, them niggas high in they lion things
this j.i.d, baby, and the “i” is for “i” in team
spillage village, k!llin’

[interlude: sy ari da kid]
doc, this sy ari
this why they call me the best, b
yeah

[verse 2: sy ari da kid]
welcome to genocide
and then aside, it’s j.i.d and sy
don’t live a lie, just live alive
it’s riverside, fool
memorize then put the pen aside
the remedy to your enemy
i’m a friendly guy, who
these niggas is not your brother
they’ll leave a nigga scarred like mufasa brother
you got to love her
nigga, that’s from the block unguttered
watch your mother, she purchasing a box of rubbers
i’m taking after her favorites
i’ll leave my number on a old pic
then erase it after she save it
i’m chasin’ after the latest at my earliest convenience
abe(?) vs. cole(?), surely it’s anemic
got a girlie up in phoenix
garglin’ my sons
couple hunnid like some instagrams
she modelin’ for fun
put the hollows in the gun
shoot for the stars, b–tch
she ain’t even know it, amber gave me the reeboks, yeah
[?], you was tripping, you -ssisted in them hoes
cool it now, new edition (woo)
yeah, i’m sexist, talkin’ so rude to b-tches
tellin’ hoes, “no, you can’t watch the game with me, do the dishes”
who the richest, well, let the broke niggas tell it
young nigga moves make the old niggas jealous
you won’t get the message if your nose didn’t smell it
sniff, sniff, sniff, yeah, don’t, cinderalla, don’t choke
niggas better go [?] for whatever
those olks didn’t measure, oh no, this shit never was me
who knew my favorite letter was g
who knew i’d take ’em back to the city like metta world peace
let’s cease, sy ari, yerr, ho, no b-m sauce

[part ii]

[interlude: harry belafonte]
people count on people who can only count to one
genuine imitation life

[verse: doctur dot]
stupid revolution every [?] music
keep my finger on the trigger, keep the temper for my niggas
hoppin’ out of the mosquito like the coldest winter
interior dashiki on the flows and fixers
y’all niggas must’ve missed it
see, you gon’ have to get our 1-2-6-9
all of them senses, check into remissions
dodgin’ niggas like it’s washing liquid floatin’ in the park
peaceful as a treaty with the sun and a thousand other stars
got hand on the b-m, other hand on the heart
leaves [?] as we layin’ in the night
your pussy [?] up, she discussing human cycles
steppin’ at the same [?]
leaves in my hair now, she’s in my hair now
ridin’ like two trains destined for the stare down
took me ten minutes just to get here
take my time walkin’ down the stairs now

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