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Upchurch

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Hi-deas 8 Lyrics - Upchurch

[Verse] 

Right now I'm down in my laboratory 

Makin' matrimony to this microphone 

No cap at all, you know I ball 

Like Lebron James with like eight arms 

I got dank bars, and I'm dribblin' rhythm 

So killin' no feelin' my vision I get it 

I'm paintin' a picture, my brush is my pen 

And I'm drawin' my haters so mind your own business 

One word at a time is a murder of mine 

'Cause I vividly do a [?] of lines 

Catastrophe's waitin' on blank sheets of paper 

I'll prick my own finger I anger in layers 

Ahh, woo, country boy got flow 

Ahh, woo, everybody already knows 

Said stay off of my hay loft 

Don't get me high in a seance 

I'm the only thing rich shouldn't pray on 

They call me to hop on a track 'cause you know I stay on 

My brain switch broke, made me no joke 

To fuck around and poke 

Until I blow up in your face and evaporate you to dust *puff* 

Everything I heard it, I look like Ernest 

Don't get whacked and add it to my furnace 

Hip hop knows I had to come and learn it 

As a class act comin' out of the country 

Hey, just tattoo a 01 on the side of my face 

The cops couldn't catch me if these rhymes were at a slow pace 

I'm the southern spice hip hop didn't have a choice to take 

'Cause you could recognize my voice even if I didn't have a motherfuckin' face 

I'm the bandit on bare feet again 

And they lookin' like "what's feedin' him 

He's got enough fuel to be Space X 

He must be an exo-skeleton" 

Titanium spinal deadlift you into a spiral 

Dig your grave up just to smack you like a walkin' dead recital 

USA as fuck, no American Idol, just a tank sittin' on idle 

Ready to fire, I want no beef but just know I'm explodin' cows 

Yeah it's World War II with the way I tend to impact 

I'm stormin' whoevers beach motherfucker blah blah 

Copperhead Church, go and show me where the mice at 

I'm digestin' my enemies just like a fuckin' packrat 

Huckleberry skin again, reminiscin' all the beginnin' 

Accomplishments plenty, many more to be finished 

Yeah, I'm white trash ballin' Larry Bird when he swishes 

White trash like a blunt wrapper with owls on the package you printed 

I'm a hoot, but don't bite into my Tootsie Pop 

Replace the suckers with rocks so break a leg and a tooth 

My wisdom teeth got taken out, my mouth was gettin' too smart 

They made songs in my fuckin' sleep and that's what I call Straight Talk 

I'm square dancin' on Pro Tools like smooth waves to boat shoes 

I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then lets see what I do 

I'ma slide by then fly through in a side by side beside you 

And give you a run for your money 'cause money is overrated, ho won't you move 

The only time that I hit the mall is if I drunk drove to the city (Woo) 

Wood grain in the bed stack on it just ask the bitties 

Flow is filthy, I'll grow old just bein' witty, spittin' heat up in my 50's 

Lips melted from the business because I always kill it 

I built a nuke to duke in case these assholes try to throw their poop 

I know their moves, my crystal ball ain't crystal meth, I smoke you fool 

HI-DEAS 8 cocked the number on it's side 

That's makin' my mind infinite at least in cyber time 

Church 

 

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