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sanfizzy - blast off lyrics

[verse 1]
throwback like a kodak
you care about the game too much, i’m just bringin’ the show back
just one ill beat can fill seats and make your show packed
but you think you got the code cracked? (right, well i’ve got)
bars spit so valiantly, like stars lit in the galaxy
you shine bright with hindsight, and only go hard with those fallacies
non sequiturs being spit on the regular
your bars hot (with dark spots) put on the meladerm
on the nebular, bring it back to galileo
tryna be a master and not be an lt., hold the mayo
ol’ hermano was livin’ in guano, rackin’ in pesos
jug’s with jugs of faygo, i see pee stains on your briefs, mane
bunch of fake suckas with no flavor
(flavor?) yeah, cold jager, make ruckus with no jager
yeah, and make my tux’s with no tailor
so hop off my vlasic with how sore my back is
at 13 i was atlas, now puttin’ myself on that map, b-tch
made perfect out of practice, kept from drownin’ without a baptist
you gotta get the gain from the pain like a cactus
fact is, you’ve got to know the status quo
the game’s changed us all into bozo’s and ratchet hoes
want lessons? catch the bus, boy, i got more to serve
rippin’ free samples like hors d’oeuvres
hit the bowl, keepin’ fruit loops straighter than an orchard
you on that oxy ain’t you? moron, it stained you
that yellow yolo on your polo like your girl was givin’ brain food
‘cept it’s no o to the h2, got it on your suede shoes
a tip before i bounce off of that, it ain’t made to chew
the way i see pain is through holy matrimony
“before & after” is the only category
can i get it for one g, mr. trebek?
you know my name, not my game, so show a little respect
sorry mister for not bein’ up to par witcha
i grew up far quicker than a jewish boy’s bar mitzvah
need a girl sweet like a nice cigar swisher
if we got the chemistry then maybe i can harness ya
have her in my arms quicker than light speed
while you light stems, i light gems and light seeds
did the right deeds in a tight squeeze, dim the lights please
while i get the last puff while you suckas p-ss ‘noff’s
blast off

[refrain]
keep it 100 carat crystal (x3)
or get a hundred from the pistol

- sanfizzy lyrics

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