Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 72 Bars for Chosenberg, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Date of issue: 31.01.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
72 Bars for Chosenberg |
| Angel from Elmhurst |
| Bumping Von Pea in a RIP Sean Bell shirt |
| Been lived off of sardines and orange seltzer |
| It was all self serve |
| This is for the wealthy and those on welfare |
| This is for the healthy and them needing healthcare |
| Ya’ll help’s here |
| Cats be telling tales, signs is all telltale |
| Cats ain’t dropping science, minors are selling tail |
| I represent a limited fraction |
| People who ain’t emceeing just to get a piece of the action |
| We was writing numbers in defense of the faction |
| While cats was busy tryna get girls to put they numbers on napkins |
| Cases wasn’t as easy to crack then |
| Now everybody’s selling crack, PD be releasing the kraken |
| From listening to crap instead of listening to craftsmen |
| Shit’ll get your whole clique just click clackin |
| Figure they gonna ball like the Pac 10 -- blue approach |
| They get ghost you could call em the Pacmen |
| Living so will get your soul colder than Aspen |
| Robbins and Baskin |
| People say I’m preachy so they call me the chaplain |
| Call me the reverend |
| When they see me in heaven they gon call me the Clapton |
| My life is like a movie where I’m doing the casting |
| And everything’s captioned |
| Only law I follow is the law of attraction |
| 5−0 listen yous only 5 that I listen to is the Jacksons |
| I don’t gotta frown in a pic to be masculine |
| Where’s the dark brown when I’m flipping through Maxim? |
| I was going down when I was running around blasted |
| Now if I’m going down then I’m going down blasting |
| Before I found my path had to deal with my past shit |
| Lost but now I’m found, time to follow my passion |
| Cats turn crab like Sebastian |
| Ever since the boy got big quicker than Josh Baskin |
| Months back I was set for blowing a gasket |
| Six months later all this glory to bask in |
| What enhances forward advancement is one head years ahead |
| Sorta like Demi and Ashton |
| Ain’t seen this much soul since Simpson & Ashford |
| Any record that gets a asterisk, you asked for it |
| Guess I’m an insensitive bastard |
| For doing well when album sales is going to hell in a handbasket |
| And other rappers' riders asking for an aspirin |
| And antacid |
| This ain’t the time to have a seatbelt that’s unfastened |
| It’s hunting season, time to season up something fattening |
| I’m done fasting |
| Finally cats at Sony listenin the one catch is |
| I’m Cassius |
| I’m about to put a tape out in dot dashes |
| I ain’t gotta put a tape out with Kardashian |
| More the type of cat concerned with the fall of fascists |
| Less the type of cat concerned with the fall fashions |
| More the type of cat that’s given to hold classes |
| Less the type of cat for giving out hall passes |
| More the cat to backlash for whips that lashed black backs |
| Than act whipped for bad chicks that bat lashes |
| Chillin in b-boy stances |
| I keep poised when cats deploy p-noid glances |
| Now this side of the fence where the green grass |
| So cats gimme congrats muchos gracias |
| Label head tried employing the greed tactics |
| OD, as if it wasn’t me rapping |
| My lawyer stepped up, causing the mean racket |
| Won the masters, gimme the green jacket |
| Young, black, and accurate |
| SAND is an acronym |
| Slamming Acumen |
| No Doubt |
| Couldn’t count the amount of couches that fold out |
| That I’ve rolled out cause cats hold me down when it’s cold out |
| When a cat ain’t holding no amount |
| Cause they know I’m gonna announce what’s up with us |
| Sure enough and I’m showing up and I’m always showing out owwwwww |