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lee scott - nah kid lyrics

[intro: lee scott, (sly moon)]
(it’s that stupid poignant sh+t, [?] off to your eardrum real quick)
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
ask me if i give a sh+t + nah kid, it’s blah kid
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
ask me if i give a sh+t + nah kid, it’s blah kid
[verse 1: sly moon]
ayo ayo, the [?] is who i am
children of the d+mned in a jam
mad money like a hundred gram
like bernie mac you don’t understand
rappers thеse days can’t even clap thеir hands, it’s f+cking sad
i scan the saved money from the bank twice
i’m that nice + [?] my way through life, i never act right
ice+cold sagged like it won’t happen
drooling poisonous saliva like komodo dragons
the bad habit having crime addict
i practice sleight tactics, jacking treasures like the time bandits
spill red wine on your white fabric designer jacket
[?] hide it in your eye, sniffing lines of magic
times are drastic, [a knife is/a lifeless?] tragic
in the rain, tryna light a matchstick
my soul’s in pain from last night poker’s game
lost my bus change home and walked the whole way
it’s déjà vu, just another day; re+do
need to find my way; re+route
drink an eighty proof with an eighth of blooch, uh

[hook: lee scott]
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
ask me if i give a sh+t + nah kid, it’s blah kid
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
brick pelican posse crew gang syndicate
ask me if i give a sh+t + nah kid, it’s blah kid
[verse 2: lee scott]
the good doctor drunk off to black sam
[?] back slap your crew, like “who’s the boss?”, uh
i’m hard+headed like a crow magnum
i’m ice+cold sagging and banned from me own wagon
if i’m breaking bread it must be ’cause it went stale
i pick your pockets while you’re looking up at chem trails
this is bully rap + i slap you while you [?]
[?] with the blah, stick it while your man’s with ya
sl!ck when i slip the roach into its clip
who you talking to? i’m the [hex poseur?] to this sh+t
me and sly don’t even need to try, and f+ck a reason why
my pineal gland is the all+seeing eye
children of the, you + d+mned
bring the brick pelican posse crew gang back like wu+tang, uh
i practice me rap hands, in a cracked mirror
sipping absinthe from gas cans
smoking + floating in the sky, backstroking
our rap music’s factotum

- lee scott lyrics

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