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layman - joe pang lyrics

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no car, sold it for my startup
came this far to get my art up
i’ll turn it into hard cash when i’m hard-up
if i stay fast and keep my guard up
don’t blast if i see you fleein’ just a couple yards up
i grind the dark stuff, then i put it in my mouth straight dry no brewin’
hold it inside till i see you, and then i’m spittin’
or comin’ with the oil sl!ck
low friction and viscous, refine it into plastic
fashion a 35 round mag stick for my factions’ dd 3d automatics

chrous

so cabbies won’t p-ss me up
don’t hit the gas while i’m dashin’ up
i got more cash than more than half these chumps
if fatty comes i’ll k!ll him and i’ll throw him in a trash dump
cabbies, don’t p-ss me up
don’t hit the gas while i’m dashin’ up
i got more cash than more than half these chumps
joe pang, same thang, hose him with a gas pump

no hood, done flew up on the highway
blind now so mind my way
can’t bike or drive, snow and ice today
so what else can i say, no flights to ma
but the last cabby who drove past i pulled him out of his cab, then i threw him in a camp and g-ssed him
radio in, yo incendiary blast him, trap him in a f-cking cabin
outcl-ss him, outlast him, my plasma’s gonna gl-ss him
scarred fragments are scattered about the chasm
don’t wanna know his name, so i don’t ask him
ch-ssis in the gr-ss and clothes in a trash can

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