Lyrics Incantation - Lushlife / CSLSX feat. Deniro Farrar, Lushlife, CSLSX

Incantation

Yeah
They used to
Walk around the block
Holding a knot
For Fila Heads
Pumping the spot
Got dreams of being lost
In your tenement maze
It’s Arsenic and Old Lace
When I blowing the haze
So amazed
Young bol huddling
Underneath the thundering El
Thugged out
Drugged out
Or he’s looking to spell
Top-to-bottom bombing
Shout out columns
And fill-ins is Altamira
Ten thousand years
Of life in common
Pop locking
And not watching the world spin
Not rhyming
And not Brahmin
It’s just a whirlwind
Pariah rap
Half Mariah
Genius of Love
To Tom Tom Club
And back
Like a thunderclap
Not twenty-one and under rap
Black, I wondered that
How many y’all motherfuckers
Wanna be under that
Who let the dogs out
Who reappeared
On the west coast to ball out
Who felt the fallout
Who scribbled lines
And let the red wine spill
Trill magic or spit tragic
When the bread line fill
You better make sure
You cliqued up
‘Cause when the jig is up
I don’t want to be left
With the art
I wanna live it up
Lush Geppeto
Mustard red yellow
Diamante with a pretty young thing
Whipping the ghetto
Yo, it’s Craig G Symphony
Half Mary Timmony
Laugh
Don’t get it twisted
She light years ahead of me
I’m steady with the flow
With dreams of clocking dough
It’s my William Blake vision
With dreams of Mexico, so
Work missing out
That pack boy
You gotta pay
Feel attention in the room
When I grip that cake
Militant minded
Marksmen
You a marked man
Your life slipped away
When you see that dark van
Parked in front of your crib, bitch
It’s go time
You’re just a cold case
In a coal mine
Ghetto prophet
When I speak
It’s a goldmine
Zero emotion
I done stuck
With that slow grind
Lusting for paper
My nigga
Yeah, I sold mine
Posted in the hooptie
Sort of like I stole mine
Double parked it at the hydrant
Then they towed mine
Rolling with my thirty-eight
But, I done sold nines
Jack boys in that caravan
Liquid sour
Now you’re calling up the ambulance
I got a feeling, boy
I got a feeling
Summertime come
Them young boys start killing
Murder rate going through the ceiling
Free my brother Tune
Wish I had a million
Fucking dollars
I have ‘em here with me
Fucking bitches raw
It ain’t no better feeling
Stepping on the dope
About to make a killing
Fucking with my generation
You will feel it
Nigga, I ain’t lying
Real niggas die once
Cowards die a thousand times
I seen the skyline glitter
When the city is bitter
If you just look up close
Then you could see me in her
The chill of winter
Got my bones cold
While my old soul
Pray to Jesus Cristo
For more coal
It’s Lush Vida
Black Caesar rap
No Doze
No sleep, no dream
No rhymes and no flows
It’s just the science of life
I keep a low pro
South Philly paradise, right
That’s where the glow though
I’m just a moonlight whipper
Or champ sipper
I don’t want to be the one
To be telling you that it’s bitter
When everything that we said
Is done
Yo, I’ll be chilling
And pumping that Reverend Run, black
Hollis Ave
Heaven, dun
Yeah, I’m lucky
Strictly Dan Stuckie
When I Stay Dougie
Fresher to death
Your girl love me
So, who lit a cigarette and chilled
Who got the prettiest girls
To make the earth stand still
And at will…