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mick jenkins - jerome lyrics

get on your feet and testify
lift your voice up to the sky

yeah, yeah, yeah get the, get the
yeah, yeah, yeah get the
yeah, yeah, yeah get the

put your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
or you gonna need a halo, i’m a motherf-ckin’ slayer
this ain’t no game, i’m not no player
n-gg- tryin’ to find his way and then he bringing pain
you better know we major

i’m on this water heavy, what’s a little gold in a pager
wrestle with these words a young mick foley
all i see is ac slater
these n-gg-s jaded, about to set it off, i be like jada
still on the block it feel like jenga how it tumble down
hands shaking like a rumble, pack up we humble now
buzzing how we b-mble now
leaving n-gg-s puzzled,
do the right thing and they buggin’ out
know the freedom stop for nothing,
tell them n-gg-z stop the frontin’
roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop
you better know we choppin’ onions
i’m spitting yellow bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins
that’s why i do not f-ck with customs,
i’m unaccustomed to these costumes
know that if you cross the free it just might cost you
i’m not a doctor or kevin costner
the way i’m dancing with these wolves,
i pray i never lost her
step, i keep it steppin’ n-gg- that’s a bet

relax and take notes,
while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
relax and take notes, relax and take notes, notes, notes, notes

put your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
and wave them like you just don’t care
i’m just showin’ love to my motherf-ckin’ people
you can tell your men we ain’t going no where
now keep your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
and wave them like you just don’t care
i’m just showin’ love to my motherf-ckin’ people
you can tell your men we ain’t going no where

jerome in the motherf-ckin’ house now
let a loafer steppin’,
n-gg-s better watch they mouth now
leaving loaded lessons,
pray for blessings when the doubts ’round
thousand island stretchin’, i ain’t stressin’ no salad
i’m in this water where the sharks be
coming for the same place your thoughts be
artsy, dirty mouth, i never do the flossing
hardly, stuntin’ on the n-gg-s that’s frontin’
i know they do not want it,
i run over n-gg-z that’s punnin’
no i ain’t tryin’ to kick it, i’m cookin’ no bun in the oven
i need it on the stove,
push it to the people off a cottage grove
pot of gold, flooded more than hollygrove
motherf-ckin’ hollywood, never take a holiday

i’m spotting foes everywhere, know that i get very rare
faced the god, what’s up based god?
i’m pacing hot, tracing opts
know your enemy, patrol your energy
don’t slip with n-gg-s that pretend to be
only kin of me can call me blood
even a friendly can see the love
we do it for the free and keep it up
tell your n-gg-z they can keep the hate
tell my friends i appreciate, the value never depreciate

this for my n-gg-z,
who be chillin’ with them killers in the wild
we gettin’ high ’til we bug the f-ck out
it’s been a minute,
i’ve been chillin’ on your pal, right, right
until my crooks from chi-town all the way to flatbush
we get wild if you give us that look
hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right , right

put your f-cking hands up in the air
or you gonna have to lay low when i motherf-cking spray you
this ain’t no game like sega, don’t be a hero
i’m with my good fellas and we ’bout to rob dinero
give me the pesos, give me the euros, give me the dollars
give me the say so if these n-gg-z want the drama
if i call my partners up, body bags is popping up
keep popping sh-t, we pop the trunk, make you n-gg-z popular
hit him between his oculars,
what the f-ck is popping, cuz?
super saiyan like i opened forty-seven chakras up
p-ssy hoes we knocking up, these hoes keep stocking up
as long as i’m rhyming i’m ben wallace on your wallets, uh
my true shottas go blocka, blocka
soul shocking with the fire, probably light your block up
stop your blood clot crying, the p-ssy boy there dying
it’s a cold, cold world, i think these n-gg-z need the iron like “blaow”

how you like me now?
it’s the motherf-ckin’ brooklyn king of them now
n-gg-‘s jocking my style, i been all on the road
i been checkin’ out the shows,
i’ve been f-ckin’ your hoes, like blap
how you like me now?
it’s the motherf-ckin’ brooklyn king of them now
n-gg-‘s jocking my style, i been all on the road
i been checkin’ out the shows, i’ve been f-ckin’ your hoes

- mick jenkins lyrics

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