Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jedi Code , by - Rapsody. Song from the album She Got Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jedi Code , by - Rapsody. Song from the album She Got Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопJedi Code |
| Yeah, I was just chilling man |
| I was just chilling, just doing my R&B shit |
| And niggas wanna come and play this shit, man |
| Make me wanna get ignorant and shit |
| Fuck all my crew’s paper up, fuck all my Jazzfest paper up |
| But fuck it, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo |
| Two tears in a bucket, I wish niggas a-pail |
| A celebration bitches, I wish nigga Chappelle |
| They never caught wind, still thought that they could sail |
| Against my Sea World flow, I wish you niggas well/"whale" |
| Wish you niggas pale a little bit less |
| In comparison to me, cause y’all make me sound so nice |
| I try to tell em, rap shit is like ball |
| You either built for the game, or you not, you can’t coach height |
| Ain’t my fault you niggas ain’t sold records yet |
| Before you get reckless with Phontigga |
| And start slanging epithets |
| You better off walking through the crowd holding hands with two white bitches |
| at Essence Fest |
| First in flight nigga, I’ll never be second best |
| Here’s the theme, I done been supreme |
| I can get it mapped out, make you niggas tap out |
| Like Ben Vereen on Cyclobenzaprine |
| F.E. is the team, bone thugging in harmony |
| We’re the army of two-faces and Jimmy Darmodys |
| First class flight, black bag with the toiletries |
| Run up in the spot like, yeah give me all of these |
| Go and tell your boy to bring some hoes |
| And if they ain’t bout it I ain’t hanging around, nigga that’s loitering |
| He rhymed like he not sane |
| But I got Rap and she got game, ya heard |
| There is no emotion, there is peace |
| Jedi, til the day I die |
| I spit that wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate |
| Shine like a mill worth of gold in my prominence |
| Had to break promises, today where the karmas is |
| Took a breath for every life left, that’s that honor shit |
| All my new garnishes peel like the pharmacists |
| Had no need for no Hermes, I value cognizance |
| That’s that kind of sense I’m trying to exchange aimlessly |
| Early morning talks with my boss deep at Cambridge week |
| Bane off the plane shit, rollin' in the same whip |
| Kill Bambi, almost messed me up he got his frame split |
| Blend like the camo in the circle with the same clique |
| Bunch of like-minds like mine universal fit |
| Threat like killa, put your skills up Rambo |
| Mine reaches all in the soil down at Amco |
| Ma’am so you mean to tell me this ain’t real life shit |
| There is no real life, baby only lightness |
| Watch somebody bite this tonight |
| Just to let you know the come up ain’t without a price |
| Shouts to Kenneth 101, snake eyes on the dice |
| Life a gamble, hope you niggas all is rolling right, shit |
| I spit that wonderama shit, won’t remain anonymous |
| Beast of the Southern wild, New Orleans and Raleigh shit |
| Hush puppies staring down, beasting on the bridge |
| The strength of a Jedi’s in the code that we live, nigga |
| It’s the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable |
| Clarence 13X Allah’s rhapsody from Bellevue |
| It’s a Roc Nation, Jay Electronic-extravaganza |
| The fans need a oxygen mask for every stanza |
| Cause it don’t matter if you Black or Anglo Saxon |
| You see a holy El gliding across the stage with icy gloves and socks on |
| You’ll be crying baby Jesus tears in your popcorn |
| Call the Ghostbusters up, tell em we got one, the keymaster returneth |
| Escape from the fiery furnace, niggas don’t concern us |
| Uh-uh, what’s your name, what’s your sign |
| Soon as you try and shine, hater creep up from behind |
| The Vatican preaches Jesus then they creep up with the swine |
| And enslave the people of God and have them sweep up at the shrine |
| Up up and away, fetch a hater a therapist |
| Garnish the colosseum with rose petals and chariots |
| Candy man, candy man, spit another parable |
| Your show’s uncomparable, the flow’s unbearable |
| Up, up and away, fetch a hater a therapist |
| Garnish the colosseum with rose petals and chariots |
| Candy man, candy man, spit another parable |
| Your show’s uncomparable, the flow’s unbearable |
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