Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Gig Nasa, artist - Chester Watson. Album song Summer Mirage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
4 Gig Nasa |
| Stare into the black hole |
| Images of castles |
| Vivid like a fractal |
| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole |
| Pivot like an axle |
| Looser than your bitch |
| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk |
| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke |
| Bacon, eggs, and, wardrobe only natural colors |
| White on white or black clothes |
| Headed for the astral for a minute, hit it back though |
| Alchemist and astrologist are my comrades, so |
| Know that I ain’t fucking with these niggas from the get-go |
| Not even pissed, I don’t trust those not in my clique, yo |
| So actually, I’m just relaxing |
| Skate to the bodega, get a Faygo and a Magnum just in case |
| Cause you never know what could happen |
| With that black abracadabra, pull a rabbit out a hat |
| Cloak black holes |
| Images of castles |
| Vivid like a fractal |
| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole |
| Pivot like an axle |
| Looser than your bitch |
| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk |
| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke |
| Hey check it, listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke |
| Studying the vectors in this sector of the black, oh wait |
| I skated the Raymond, got faded, famous, and better |
| I’m watching the study Fellini, I missed the weather |
| But not too much for a day, texts from the inside |
| Begin morphing into a sage, the organism behemoth |
| Exorbitant in his range, no questioning |
| And if you get close enough, you can tell he got leather skin |
| the devilish |
| Stare into a black hole |
| Images of castles |
| Vivid like a fractal |
| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole |
| Pivot like an axle |
| Looser than your bitch |
| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk |
| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke |
| Stare into a black hole |
| Images of castles |
| Vivid like a fractal |
| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole |
| Pivot like an axle |
| Looser than your bitch |
| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk |
| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke |