Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burdock Root, artist - Melanin 9. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Burdock Root |
| Yeah, let’s do it |
| My pen’s divine when I invent rhymes |
| Sharpshoot with M9, Cartier lens eyes |
| Chardonnay and red wine when I toast a life |
| At the round table like noble nights |
| Pose for photos under strobe lights |
| Dolomite boots, told you I’m the truth |
| Ball like tycoons, young niggas call on my youth |
| Show em they attributes, launder master loops |
| Lazarus jewels diamonds in the crutches |
| Shine like the science is discovered |
| Only fly rhymes being summoned |
| Love it in the ill style rotunda |
| The seventh wonder |
| To sum it up my styles go hard |
| News on the streets Tom Brokaw |
| Crash whips like we play with go-karts, la vida loca |
| Only classic shit see I’m known for, cats try to be him |
| Really they ain’t drama bringers they pussy like cunnilingus |
| My rap style genius been waiting for a while to see this |
| Flicking my broken watch |
| Picking off tops with curly fades |
| Special up games |
| Prefer to stay distance from pops |
| Liquorice fingerprints switched on the box |
| Pictures of Pac, jumping over tables |
| Watching Undertaker and Rock |
| I never spoke a lot |
| My olders were never sober from Scotch |
| Shots soaked their polka dot tops |
| Second oldest and last scolded |
| My first crush was Samoan who spoke Polish |
| Heads spinning off in lessons n dresses with sprayed potions |
| Tapes for home trips different ones every week |
| Rocking my waves with Gap anoraks and pumps on my feet |
| Scuffling crews form different buses linking up from the streets |
| All the Muslims preach doctrines of corrupted deceit |
| I used to think the world stopped when I sleeped |
| Crazy thoughts that I conducted on sheets became a passion |
| Heard Illadelph and started rapping, after school I got high |
| TDK tapes of Noreaga’s T.O.N.Y |
| Filas with sky coloured Iceberg patterns, hats with the tees out |
| With fingers in the Kalbash on my legs with my knees out |
| With schemes, scales, empty hallways |
| Barbers are cleaned out from raids |
| Feds surveilling where we used to get fades |
| Shootouts at raves Avirex’s, arcades and pager texts’s |
| Sharp blades we scraped the desk with |
| And carved shapes from Tetris |
| A car chase in Lexus from feds jumping out Vectras |
| Tryna chase the olders round the block from shotting hexes |