Romero House ft. Meka Mutombo & Mxchael Shabazz Lyrics

God bless the ungorgeous ugly hung portraits

That disturbs and scare off birds from front porches

Cat still caught with his tongue under a corset

Players run game I ain't even run on the court yet

If god don't love ugly the dummy get punched for it

Trying to run this company run me a dumb fortune

I want enough money to fund me a plush fortress

Real estate relocate to a place where sun scorching

Mo money mo problems incoming with some extortion

You're nobody till somebody gunnin for your importance

Laugh when you ask on track who rap illest

All cap keep it all facts who that realest

Rhyme on wax kill it

Find that grill it on a pyrex skillet

Identify as that villain in a higher stacked building

With bombs wired and attached to fibreglass ceiling

Never rhyme that brilliant

You trying to find that a diamond in a mine shaft

We don't align then don't you mind that

Take ya little time and rewind that

Theft is less than disloyalty and really that's how the crimes stack

Thief takes money liars waste what you cant buy back

You get bypassed colliding on my track

Ill-advised ain't no men alive can survive that

So die fast

Yeh yeh they can't survive that

As I kick this killer live raps yo

Winter blues is like an 8 track EP

I wish it would stick to the interludes we skipped on cd's

I try to keep my head high like inner tubes positioned in a wheelie

But each day can drag-on khaleesi

Wake up and repeat drown myself in db's

Screamin in my head till my inner voice is hoarse as sea breeze

Dreamin of a beach cold drink warm sea breeze

Born on the east coast mind off in Fiji

Cold off the top still like Rockies out in BC

But when shit get like this tho my mood flip

Lookin in the mirror like who's this

My happiness fittin on the tip of a toothpick

Can't think straight like I'm picturin 2 dicks

When really I'm just tryna bury my face in 2 lips

Till I drown in it and I'm pushin up tu-lips

What a way to go tho

Imagine findin that underwater lost footage on a GoPro

Cunnilinguist my girl tell me I could go pro

The thought of bein famous make me anxious

Like when you show a pic

And someone start swipin quick over photos

You'll never see my dick tho

Just amongst pics of my kids

Like kid kid kid dick kid no no

I need that summer charge up

Like DC to go go

Like gadget plus a few W's like Wu logos

Vanilla skin mixed with cocoa

I need that vitamin D to feed my melanin please delete snow yo

Peace to my bro bros…

I gotta go I hear them comin though

Whoop whoop that's the sound of the po po

Rappers tuck in your verses

Hit the rehearsal til you work less nervous

Yall got bars like cells with no service

This shit cold like a cellar with no furnace

Tryin to sell your soul to sell it but is it worth it

Maybe baby you can tell these words hurt it's

Surname Elliott you can tell it how I work it

I'm a writer producer performer engineer

I'm an exciting reclusive recording shit in here

A lotta people tryin to be Em I wanna proof

What I do is for community especially youth

I would never tell you news is actually truth

But they got you confused like they do this for you

Meanwhile y'all are parched no pot and no window

All these oligarchs at the vineyard poppin vino

All this bullshit about somebody got slapped

If you ever been outside you know better than that

Bro it happens relax

I got a fresh pack of classics

All I need now is the matches

Rappers need to get off their asses

I been working since Harbour View to dismantle classes

All these rich kids winnin hoarding money and it's sickening

Got us holding out dicks and the receipt for the Bricklin

A motherfucker had the nerve to call me arrogant

Like I wasn't at Romero House embarrassed shit

It's apparent how I parented this palate and it's passionate

First I lit it then I pass the shit gimme an ashtray quickly

I gotta get these verses off then come get me