Neighborhood Shares, by Neighborhood Shares

Neighborhood Shares

by Neighborhood Shares

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1.	Mountain 01:25	lyrics	buy track
Big body Zebulon Some of them call me Roshi They gonna play up like they know me When that boy they knew was old me Hit that blue ghost new hope Now that's Obi-Wan Kenobi It's that anti-social status Facing blunts for the sad ones In my zone, all alone Call that hermit style I just focus on my chi My feet don't touch the ground Meditate, levitate, Open heads and resonate Whipping in that kitchen with that Fresh degree and resumé Shirtless in my apron Nearly naked cook it up Juice I got the sauce I don't pyrex, nah Double check the recipe I think this chef is testing me I flip it, check the ticket I can't let it get the best of me nah When I'm on that 85 And I'm seeing them brake lights I swerve into the left lane Hit the exit, take a right Looking for the right spot Trying not to get caught Just bought two cannons For me and my man and Whoever want to express To be less stressed Blessing walls across this town For those who get down Riding in the Hyundai Blinders on the sun rays Chapel on a Sunday Hit the grind on Monday Fresh sandblasted wall tagging Cackalacky Puffing magic dragons Just like Slacker Lackeys Dodging ducking All the Elmer Fudds like Daffy Mumble rappers sounding like They choked on Laffy Taffy
2.	Dimension Fortress 01:59	lyrics	buy track
I ain't coming down Ain't no coming down I ain't coming down Ain't no coming down, no no Stay up in the clouds Smoking on clouds Never touch the ground Never coming down Break it down Putting light through the prism I might gut the swisher Open up an alternate dimension Been through hell and back It ain't no hard decision Wrap that shit up in Raw papers Put it down for some provision Floating through the city I'm a phantom menace Got that paint pen dripping Throw the name and then I'm dipping Casting magic, Yeah I make a little mischief And I swear that she a genie Cuz she granting all my wishes Alternate Dimensions entered Mental fully cleared and centered Mission: to achieve the title In a fight with best contenders Galactic battle tactics Mech suits all across the battlefield Like broken matchsticks I'm back to wreak havoc Catching flack attacks from Kaiju and Jaeger They don't know I'm worse Than getting hit with the combo breaker That's on Nintendo, Playstation or Sega And if we end up wrestling I'm going Undertaker Scott Potter's spoiled Cooking coke: Hot water and oil As kids we thought the shit was grits Take off with the payoff Eight balls in my fish tackle Bail out and spit at you Best friends kidnap you All we wanted was a two piece and a biscuit Get knocked and hope for conjugal visits My physique is exquisite Punching the digits Breed exotic pigeons Cuz the sky is the limit Used to help mom with Bozo the midget Now my ho think I'm tripping She found coke in the kitchen Next to the stove Looking for soap for the dishes Machine Gun sounds like Jadakiss In the Cadillac same color Betta fish Fishbowling south side Still holding dick swollen Bull horns and elbows Get your grill broken Dope house in Elko What the fuck's a war on drugs Got a couple thousand narcos For the pill smokers
3.	Turkish Coffee 01:37	lyrics	buy track
Hit the Boost with the work Like chirp chirp chirp Pocket full of Lord knows Heart full of hurt Yeah I move it on the low Gotta know what it's worth Yeah I know what it's worth And I know what I'm worth Got strange ways Been weird since birth Seen God in the trees I ain't see him in church Feeling like I'm Groot Where I'm rooted to the Earth Yeah my mother is the Earth I was born in the dirt Boost with the work Like chirp chirp chirp Pocket full of Lord knows Heart full of hurt Yeah I move it on the low Gotta know what it's worth I know what it's worth And I know what I'm worth Watching the ops cuz I know how it be Search and destroy Don't get caught in a sweep It ain't even aim It's just pull up and squeeze Feeling like Stout Sleep, bitch, sleep Creep for the clout Creep, bitch, creep Bare face, broad day Fuck about a ski God knows mama tried despite what she see God bless mama despite what she see Got strange ways been weird since birth Seen God in the trees I ain't see him in church Feeling like I'm Groot Where I'm rooted to the Earth My mother is the earth I was born in the dirt Hit the Boost with the work Like chirp chirp chirp Pocket full of Lord knows Heart full of hurt Move it for the low Gotta know what it's worth I know the worth and I know what I'm worth Run that shit back From lungs come rivers Words that worm Through the slivers Of walls til they quake Spray the paint For the sake of creating For the mold to break Make a statement Satiate elation Be great without Hate Random acts of kindness Make the world go around Let alone your state
4.	Canisters 01:55	lyrics	buy track
5 AM Early bird I gotta get it What little sleep I get I spend it dreaming About the business Hard to leave my baby boo When she been sleeping pretty Smoke my weed and Brush my teeth it's Time to feed the city Rusted through Malibu Dreaming about the Cutlass Clean cut shit I ain't fucking on no fuck bitch I don't know you, nah But I know who you fuck with That's all I need to know When it's time to make Assumptions Ooh I'm up to bad shit Braced up, laced up About to serve some action We don't call no police Nah, just let it happen Click clack Can in the back Hop out playing tag with it My cannons spray No guns White noise like modems Filter like Bodum Tall like a totem Buzzing like bumble Open doors like I'm dumble N64 Power Pak Feeling all the rumble Cans shaken up Posted up in the cut While you try to read the graffiti Hope you eat your Wheaties At Wilson's copping pens for A dollar and a half Can't catch a cheaper buzz From coffee in carafe Reppin' what I wrote As it's my spray paint testament PowerPoint paint pens Outline my sentences Mentioning the pen Leads me to clenching Just to wreck languages in depth With scribble script intentions