hot bref

Lyrics for hot bref

Peace, peace, peace, peace Peace, peace, peace, peace One, two Yuh, yuh, yuh Tryna' find the right loophole in Glasgow Pulled up in the Peugeot, stepped out Drip like Inspector Clouseau Puff some hot breath on the Hublot, if only Binary consciousness, errant pompousness Shaka Zulu's verse, Clarence Thomas' At that time, I was trafficking in airy promises Hustling the margin of error can be an accomplishment Contravening the inimical The polemic gesticulating at the pinnacle Magically, do you smell vinegar? I squint like Forest Whittaker You in the forest with a trickster and gasoline tapestry Haggling for lifeboats Downbeat on the upstroke, kissy face cutthroat The rhinoceros charging When I rap, it sound like arguing amongst people I'm with the shits like a dung beetle The idea was to use Funk to fight evil Enlightenment is lethal It be like bebop roots, dreadlock spook, hummingbird's eye view En vue, through the veneer of hot potato In the living room, you'll find pieces of me, boxed and labelled Ready for shipping and handling I'm with the rampant dismantling Of self and surrounding syntax and outlook Bent back paper clips in house shoes Notice how my mouth moves, while I sing the blues While I sing the blues While I sing the blues I'm the minstrel man, I'm the cleaning man I'm the poor man, I'm the shoeshine man I'm a nigga man, watch me then I got God in me, can't you see I got God in me, can't you see I got God in me, can't you see I'm a nigga man I'm not the thinker, I'm watching the thinker Stoppers, pop lockers, floaters, sinkers Clockers, beamers, roses and stinkers Jiggers, splits lickety My hips rickety Persnickety goblin, hard sighing Through another cold call Snow falls in the frosted landscape of my heart I hear what you're saying, but my brain is not a mechanical part Seeking nothing, found I self Cheeky bluffing through the valleys and volleys Forays and hobbies, sprees and opening salvos Tulips placed under brown nose were smelled often The doctor looking at me like the petals fell of 'em Soul coughing, goalpost rotten There's pain in my dreams often I wouldn't expect you to understand this You not been left behind and forgotten So, pardon me while I split this square with the- Fella who live on the bridge up here Yeah, this my stop, right here Stay up