FOR THE LURU ft. Magnitude Lyrics

Chief man, king man, barefoot Navajo.

Weed man, me man, see me with an entourage.

Bevelonout gentleman, even with the armor off.

Setting trends was last year; the new kids are soft. I let the booze hit, what's the movement? Hit 'em till they're clueless, got 'em spooked when I swoop in, new skin charisma.

I must've missed some miniature. Someone lift the money out of the bank; I couldn't give a fuck

In the middle of the minimum, mining some old minerals, dining with some generals.

I lift you from your physical, in the cityscape, buried in some green undertones, welcome to the thunder dome, hope you didn't come alone.

I came to bring the storm, no break, no interval.

I'm dipping through the pitfalls, I might not make it, but thinking annoyed is making me pissed off.

Hard-knock life is making me hate y'all.

Shorty, it's time to take off, etcetera to my end, competitors on defense, predator to the pen.

I deaded up all my friends, I must've been hallucinating once again. One second, Rasta man, busting man, proper plan, I must admit I dust the lid.

In the duffel with the hippopotamus, in moccasins, a concubine.

Oops, I'm shooting a documentary for your mom and them, I'm prominent, a problem for the ominous.

Eat 'em without condiments, it's always been an honor, man, proud empire like the Ottoman.

Lyrical architect, build up the Colosseum, I ain't a martyr, man, he say Spartacus with a heart of a lamb.

Regarded you larva as men, regret I was harboring, man with the marmalade, you ain't really permanent.

Came and went without earning it, I might burn the spliff with the purple tint, you need to circumvent the problem before you enter the final stage, Im so cold I can make time, just wait.

One for the homie in the Luru

From the New Orleans baby, but I don't know voodoo.

My clan's so cool, we can just Wu you.

Brown boys with bars, cypher, cypher, who you?

One for the homie in the Luru

From the New Orleans baby, but I don't know voodoo.

My clan's so cool, we can just Wu you.

Brown boys with bars, cypher, cypher, who you?

I don't know you, ghost and magnitude on a mission.

I done rose to the pinnacle of the bitterness.

The meaning I'm a mold too, drinking a cold brew.

I don't censored with the boo-boo tea, cold winter flow like Albany, in the Alps on a balcony, lab in the basement practicing the alchemy.

Bag with the aces, I tripled the infamy.

Let the Ginsu bleed, I blessed all the instruments with the urgency, fucked the game; she was gabani, practicing monogamy.

I probably be out of league, don't get mad at me, I'm dragging these beats to catastrophe.

sacrilegious saxon bitch no sanity.

They want me to miss my humanity, I plan to reach whatever I can lead.

The one who's close to peak, homie preach, demented speech with the fleur de lis, cypher, cypher, we run these streets.

One for the homie in the Luru

From the New Orleans baby, but I don't know voodoo.

My clan's so cool, we can just Wu you.

Brown boys with bars, cypher, cypher, who you?

One for the homie in the Luru

From the New Orleans baby, but I don't know voodoo.

My clan's so cool, we can just Wu you.

Brown boys with bars, cypher, cypher, who you?