the noncents - six pack lyrics
[pre-verse: k!llakake]
treat them bottles like dominoes… if i tip one they all going down
treat them shots like jenga man…. if i take one they all going down
my boys pavlov’s dogs, they hear the (pop) then they all come around
never givin’ ammo to these clowns, ‘cuz tonight we bought a hundred rounds
[verse 1: k!llakake]
those who know me, swear i’m kobe, take a bunch of shots and fade away
f-ck a job, i went full denzel on my training day
only breaks, that cl-ssic sh-t, i might delete my 808s
don’t know where i’m going, i just take all this sh-t day to day
hit the liquor store, there ain’t no stoppin’ me man
throw all this sh-t in bags like colostomy, man
skatin’ drunk, i do that sh-t quite awesomely man
got tony hawk at gunpoint like, just sponsor me fam
ooo baby, that jack and henny
got me feelin’ magic, shaq and penny
hour nap, and and i’m back and ready
3 am, you gon’ find my -ss at denny’s
bars a little nutty, that’s haagen daz
empty out bottles like molotovs
rappin’ on steroids, on and on
me and detzel, all that sh-t our common bonds
don’t smoke the weed, i f-cked around and ate it instead
brain going crazy, if it’s laced then i’m dead
sh-t got my head spinning, all laid in the bed
turn the music up, this york boy needs some radio head, tonight we…
[chorus]
we’re working on our six pack
uh, yea we working on a six pack, this that
sh-t that make you want a six pack
this six pack’s on us so just sit back
and get to sippin on a six pack
uh yea, we’ll never have a six pack, this that
sh-t hat make you want a six pack
this six pack’s on us so just sit back
[verse 2: detz]
relax and take notes
while i make jokes, bout these marijuana blokes
only rhymes they spoke, bout smoke, bout smoke
got me thinking that the record is broke
but somehow, they keep on spinning like a pedaller’s spokes
independents never getting them electoral votes
making a living spitting is just an executive hoax
as far as lyrical intelligence goes
they straight f’s, which makes em white in hexadecimal codes
all i’m saying is, don’t go dismissing the noncents
cause their pigment isn’t hip-hop epitomizing
isn’t it primitive giving permission to vision for listening till it elicits
opinions limited to an implicit dismissal of sk!ll and despising
so close your eyes then, listen to this sick track
lyrical exercising, we working on our six pack
y’all sipping on miller, we k!lling lagunitas
y’all sober and spillin’, we steady up on a sweet buzz
y’all saying you kings, but you’re oscar-less actors
i’m playing an ace and y’all some roger podacters
and when it comes to hate, y’all straight adolfin’
and when it comes to fraud, rappers straight madoffin’
me and kake, make an album, 3,000 miles apart
a coupe of years in the making, took a while to start
coulda been done with a hundred tracks and defiled this art
these aren’t beats, they’re the chest where we compiled our hearts
[chorus]
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