Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contact Blitt, artist - MF DOOM. Album song Metal Fingers Presents: Special Herbs, The Box Set Vol. 0 - 9, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.01.2006
Record label: Metalface, Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Contact Blitt |
You gots to keep on, the break of dawn shit |
Smoking cancer sticks, and you don’t quit |
We’ll never never know retore bit |
No «What's up X?» |
The O.E. |
alcohol |
I gets paid somes, I write albums |
Sip the coke rums, loop the trope drums |
Thirst it down, plums I think of stunts are dunce |
My rap labelmates? |
They all smoke blunts! |
Went on a tour once, bus was local |
From Albuquerque to like Acapulco |
It was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo |
Busta and myself, in the back with the O.O.Z |
Deep in Cali near the valley where we saw the rains |
Sess is the best till all it settles in the brain |
And if you ever did, God forbid you did |
Get on that bus and do a red eye to Alex Kidd |
Word biz, had the whole crew relazing |
Boogie Brown with the box, booming new tracks and |
Quest wants a stogie, he told some to ask Dinco |
He had one more, to best 'em down, now |
A keep ??? |
a push by the backside |
Sneaks hit the blacktop, damn I hate that flat top |
Just then the bus driver had the nerve to |
To say «Stop the smoke» he curving and swerving |
He popped junk like the sea sick sales of fuss |
Not like we got top post like on that De La bus |
This was a Greyhound, the bunks were open |
So fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose |
We puffed his luck, he wasn’t bullshittin |
The next L was litten and hitten, so now he quittin' |
We couldn’t stand to stay in San Jose |
Plus we had a show in L.A. that same day |
He said he’d take us down but he had to shake us down |
For 5 yards, between the guards that’s might trife |
Mad heads make mad forwns no might like |
Let’s ask Busta, wanna rim his white wife? |
Planning to hitchhike, a six-oh, one switch |
Forces in our midst, on the bust, the boy is one bitch |
Niggas got edgy like a knife |
Dedicating niggas delight to my man and his wife |
You might think that’s a bitch, because here’s the shit |
But only one week in Gotham a show at the Ritz |
And you don’t quit, 'til the last Philly is lit |
You get a buzzed bus driver with a contact blit |
And you don’t quit, 'til the last Philly is lit |
You get a buzzed bus driver from the contact blit |