Mississippi

MISSISSIPPI

ayo 80 kicking on the 1-0-61

ayo moving brighter than the flash out a shotgun

ayo it’s party time

word to my man Stan got the party vibe

but it's low-key

but it's low-key

still got the party vibe but it's low-key

low-key hard as ****

peace to my people cause we heavy as a dump truck

yo we drank till we throw it up

then we show up to the show down

moving in a hollow moon clean off a good sound

move around town ice cubes in the cup drinking all brown

while we bump in James Brown

and we keep it ill sounds

on the back of astroids

I **** with Dan Aykroyd

funny movies on a Sunday

spend time while we listen to Donny Hathaway

free-fallin while nature be calling

free-fallin wild nature be calling

we Freefallin isle nature be calling

no parachute just dimes for the loot

I dig through the rhythm searching for the truth

hotter than a Dragon's tooth

I get it loose that's word to my coupe that I don't know

I'm on my own path flesh blood and bone

no kings or kings queens upon the throne

this life is like a cobblestone

break a niggas legs and tell a sucka hobble home

We on a party vibe dope and we low-key

We on a party vibe dope and we low-key

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Clouds over Mississippi

Clouds over Mississippi

Drowning in the Mississippi

Muddy as ****

Cruddy as ****

Cruddy as **** Cause we Drowning

in the Mississippi

Clowning in the Mississippi

Can’t keep no catfish

Cant eat no catfish

Nor Buffalo either

Sittin on back while I drink on a Lagunitas

bass out these speakers

Drowning in the Mississippi

Still want to throw a Molotov they styles off

hey yo I never played a game of golf

I tear buildings down while I move through the city

inside of my own sound

inside of my own sound

in a vacuum looking out my living room

Life is like a cartoon but I'm sharper than a harpoon

see you at high noon

drowning in the Mississippi

swimming in the Mississippi we grow lungs

on the side of these tracks where you lose your life

you never get that shit back like

Drowning in the Mississippi

lounging in Mississippi

we heavy as gravity

life is all funny till you peep that tragedy

we all color poetry

heavy as an oak tree

by the base of the Mississippi

by the base of the Mississippi

Yeah By the base of it

see us at the floodwalls

laughing at the nature as the shit rises yall

full moon to half turnpike

we are on the 101 North goin right

See uson the 55 at an odd time

still hopping over state lines

watching out for one time with a mind full of sunshine

inside the Mississippi

ayo it's winter time in summertime in Mississippi

9000° beneath the sun and everybody got a gun

and everybody got a gun

so where you from where you from

by the base of the Mississippi

shooting shit at the Mississippi

see us by the base of Cahokia Mounds

lifestyle is real cause smiles and frowns

it's all the inverse ≈≈ it's all the inverse

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Lost Lands life ain't programmed

We bow down to no man

in these Lost lands where this life aint programmed

we bow down to no man

By the base of the Mississippi

Warriors like Conan in the Mississippi

carry ax and a six pack everybody

chilling with a wave cap

like, got a look good for death

I got understand my breath

Moving in the sunlight

vampires don't bite so I keep my

flows in my own eye

by the base of this Mississippi river

jazz music by the base of the Mason Dixon line

I chill with my own time

looking at the sunshine with a box of stolen knives

turning six to nine like

head nod and day drops

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by the base of head nods and day jobs

everybody got a little heart in they own way

yo I move it on my way

top of the resume reads feng shui

I keep it easy

my mama use to sing fat meat was greasy

hardheads don't believe thee

till that hardhead hits the concrete

so I moved through the system with a bomb beat

ayo we bouncing and lounging check the gevity

Ayo life is so readily heavily

we transmit from the land of stolen Chevys

my number one phrase is get ready

for whatever might happen

change is a constant

walk through the city and I'm hopping over continents

like how do I get to Mars

hey yo I pulled a little soul out the jar

quasars and the suns collapse

while my people sit back conversate over six packs

and as the moons and stars began to intertwine

while I'm on my wine

I got my own type of time

looking at the figure 8 searching for infinity

life is all about turning seconds into centuries

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