Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jedi Code, artist - Rapsody. Album song She Got Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
Jedi 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 |