Blue Magic Lyrics - Singles - Big Baby Gandhi

[Intro: Big Baby Gandhi] 

Uh, Baby, turn my voice down 

No one should hear the words that I'm saying 

Turn my voice down 

Uh, baby, feel me 

[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] 

Terrorist with no turban, lyricist with no sermon 

My man Herman said your whole team herbs, man 

My man Victor said all of y'all dick suck 

I said yeah I know that's why they always got they lips pucked 

Disgust, every time I spit stuff 

Titty ass shit cunt please lick nuts 

The spliff, the dutch, spiff in the strut 

666 across the gut, bitch what 

Liquid swords in my veins, call me GZA 

Digi in the desk drawer, dude, call me RZA 

Slice open your face, call me scissor 

Sipping on the sizzurp, sitting with your sister 

Sounded like a young Jay, sounded like a young Nas 

Y'all sound like old Jay, y'all sound like old Nas 

Y'all sound like Coldplay 

Y'all sound like Oprah 

Me I sound so dope, brah, money out the chocha 

Bet you wish you was hot, don't cha? 

Do it for my culture, fuck a vulture 

[Verse 2: Heems] 

Like oh Lord this racism is killing me 

Wherever I am feel like TSA grilling me 

Greedhead my corporation limited liability 

But they gon' bust me if they open the delivery 

Where we from there is no one to look up to 

Two words: phone cards, don't care, fuck you 

Big Baby Gandhi, 21-year-old phenom 

He bomb, now he on, Nafis Bin Islam 

That mean he on the streets for this long 

This strong Sholay, two brothers two pistols 

Hombre, go thataway, no way Jose 

BBG told me y'all sound like Coldplay 

Oye loca, he said y'all sound like Oprah 

Speaking Hindi eating bhindi, family that's okra 

Me I'm burning doja at the Double Dragon dojo 

On an Aztec island on Lake Texcoco 

I'm like Moctezuma, mixed with early Luda 

Half Zab Judah, half Heart - Barracuda 

Suing Sarah Palin reading Stalin looking fancy 

Rooh azfah and mango pulp, plenty in the pantry 

Heart is a wonderful band, with ladies 

Himanshu is a wonderful man, but he crazy 

Stop emailing me let me breathe for a minute 

You work so hard just to hit certain digits 

Got a number in my head, hit it then I'll finish 

Money is evil but I like what I can buy with it 

Yo yo yo, but that's how they getcha 

If they got the chance for a dollar they would wet 'cha 

Are we the best? Well golly, you betcha 

Big Baby Gandhi plus Herman and Hector 

[Verse 3: Kool A.D.] 

Verbal mathematic, the Kool universal 

My data global, my plan ancient 

My man made lake, my sixteens triple lutz, y'all suck 

Armpits, I shoot guns at suns that move 

I smoke weed, drink water, watch TV, a regular dude 

Shout to Young Honest 

My verbal ebonics low in demonics and trans fats 

Paragraphical, the kid actual 

Wouldn't fuck with half of you 

Other half, maybe for a stack or two 

For Baby I'll do a track or two on spec 

See me on bars on deck in Italian swim trunks, the kid drunk 

Lenny Kravitz, Blue Magic, too tragic 

You had it, you lost it, the dude flossing 

You tossing salads, your crew lost on average 

Chupa me cabbages, you not be rappers 

It's not your average 

Kool the Damaja, you the school janitor 

But with no keys, though 

Stand on the side, free throw 

Y'all know how we go, amigo