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the jet age of tomorrow - lunchbox lyrics

[vince staples]
good morning, say h-llo to the -ssh0l-
i guess i must have smoked all the crack that my dad sold
epar boy ramshackin them fat hoes
i can’t be taught sh-t, showin the cl-ss closed, so closed case
so based, but so calm, i’m old ma$e
reason b-tches get to heavy breathin in a closed sp-ce
fiendin for these lifelong dreams steam from old hate
and throwin sprewells on a f-ckin acura tl (uh)
b-tch we monster mobbin, ignorant as compton college graduates
you f-ggot b-tches pay attention
since my seven grade suspensions, i’ve been on some “f-ck religion!”
i believe in me, stackin money up, and f-ckin b-tches, who agrees ?
truthfully, you’re bringin’ out the k!ll bill 2 in me
dennis hooper shoot a n-gga, welcome to my +hoosier+ speech
k!ll ’em when i’m spittin, you should bring a quart or two of bleach
don’t want to leave a messy scene cause presentation’s everything
play hard as g-y baseballers
haitian, large enough to shake harlem
red carpet stained from blood of my enemies
i treat em’ like they kennedys, hope that you remember me
swag

[hook 2x:jay cue]
treat you n-ggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox
roast you on a flaming ember then you’re in my lunchbox
appet-te growing bigger so you’re in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
welcome to my lunchbox

[jay cue]
as my hunger grows in capacity
citizens scatter rapidly, in front of and after me
but you can not be mad at me cause it would be a tragedy
to hear the blasphemy of saying “this is not a masterpiece”
so please just, ease up
for you are surrounded by so many pyramids you think it’s egypt
so go ahead, step in our path
while we do a f-ckin hundred with our foot on the gas, b-tch
you lowly residents are merely just a pestilence
so tell me what a peasant is compared to my excellence
yeah, that’s absolutely nada
you n-ggas couldn’t kick it if i started playin soccer
how you gon’ stop a, n-gga spittin lava
over beat fatter than sumos eatin pasta with lobster?
be careful if your mouth begins to pop
murder won’t be considered, i’ll just drop you in the box

[hook 2x]

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