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west egg illuminati - poncho lyrics

[verse 1: gatsby]
lodge told me to k!ll em so i’mma k!ll em
got the game nervous now tell me if you feel him
remember these n-ggas telling me they ain’t like my sh-t
now they want beats, call tyrone to make you a hit
and while you at it watch your career turn dramatic
the top flow like attics turn your stat quo into addicts
sh-t is getting drastic on average i’m illmatic
they fall asleep on your beats they get ecstatic over my static
talk to your girl she needed a good change
she walked to my bed gave me some good brain
i pull out to give her a pearl necklace but f-ck it
i’m turnt up right now so i give her 2 chains
keep wet it girl, i need a poncho
ynic, head honcho
so dope corners missed me like a fish eye
stay high off self, float in like black birds in a vanilla sky
who you finn a try f-ck outta my face while james diotic clear the sp-ce

[verse 2: james diotic]
yo school got me busy but i’m not gon’ stress
feeling kinda dizzy where’s a tribe called quest
i’m buggin’ out, it’s kinda muggy out
not too much to do i guess i’m chillin’ in the house
p-ssed out on the couch, out for the count
counting wool in my skull, now i’m on a track
watch as i lay
single for today, what’s love anyway
a condom and a baby momma momma getting mad
and i’m only saying half
hear me now before i blow up on the graphs, like the neck of a giraffe
ain’t that something to see, just being honest with me
cause if i lied to myself i’d be too blind for these beats

i’d be too blind for these beats
i’d be too blind for these beats

[verse 3: gatsby]
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, shut the f-ck up n-gga quit talkin’
before i pull the weapon of choice, christoper walken
on the wild side i used to be bitter
now i hang with b-tches who brain bad like john ritter
your crew hate, but i gotta squad of men that’ll slaughter them
while i’m in my cardigan, stacy adams gracing the ottoman
honestly i’m mad at y’all, catching up on your catalogue
i needed a couple of buckets of motherf-cking adderol
sleeping through verses like atheists in churches
you be thinking sh-t is perfect, you’ll be fronting from backs of he-rs-s
sh-t ain’t working, remember these n-ggas hating my bars
now i run it like christopher before the charge hol’ up

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