Meal Blends

Lyrics
[Coughing} oh shit, oh shit Ok, shout out my nigga Laze Shout out my nigga Fame, ok Brownsville whutup! Laze whutup! [Y'all know what it is, Wisemen] Danze, [Wisemen] Brooklyn whutup! Detroit, yeah Peace Bronzeman, Wisemen...only fuck with the Greats! [Verse] OK, Pick your own poison Pull the rolls royce in Full of boysenberry smoke straight out the oyster Loiterer, the agitator, organ levitator Pourin more scorching lines/ I orchestrate a crater Cater thought for food neighbor, digest my labor Sooner than later/ eatin gator off your amphitheatre Wolfin, whoopin groupie bushes like a carpet beater Harsh to meet him A star, excrete bars when they greet him Its burning season Vermin stirring sermons this evening Wheels spin Surgeon urchin earning his meal blends Hermits with weed bins Emergent, come the see the kid Lobsters and sea fish, a mobster in secret Radically invasive pro-jectiles, you leakin' Life liquid, needle deep, my scripture might lift em Jesus Feet victim, bodied him for Fame Boy I never missed them, your target too low to lift him Sippin vixen's like I slip open a guinness Soakin in silk smoke out in Venice Henny shots off the fences Til the tide turn Crimson Wax shatter brain business May the fans be my witness...my witness [Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit/ Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit/ Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit/ Same shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot]
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Credits
- Writers
- Bronze Nazareth