Buenos Aires ft. Fisheye33 & Sin7ven Lyrics

Top of the morning, baby, don't call me the sun

Swear to christ I'm not the one, Duck when them choppers come

Runts what I'm coughin' up, Choppin' up the season

What you mean you went to Nieman's and you didn't even cop me some?

(You asshole.) Ahh, who needs ya, get rid of ya

It ain't even worth it to hop on a track and belittle ya

Like Stuart Little, Do the DePatrillo's, we'll be strippin' ya

Curing your hiccups, aim at your shit, big ups to Kate Bishop

Out for a late pick up in the same get up

24-hour business, you trippin' if it ain't lit up

That shit ain't gonna stick, it's not 3M

Throwin' back the Tylenol PM, that shit you dropped was awfully grim

And you can keep it cause you sowed it, now you gotta reap it

And I'm just a grunt but I be always coming with elite shit

Creep with me, pick up the steez cause it's not a secret

And like two holes in a bedsheet, you gotta peep it.

Ayo, Suz passed me the track and you know I had to freak it

I been in the crib on some shit you wouldn't believe bitch

Money in the bank I get it more than how I need it

Cash flow quickly Cass get more of that green shit

Dash to the sticky, smoke it quickly, don't beef with me

Rap sickly, last I heard you don't complete your beats

Oh really sheesh, I'm disappointed, find it hard to believe

How behind you are lil brody you just dreamin yeah you fantasy

And I'm fantastic, on the track off this cabbage

All I need is a blunt and some dick from a bad bitch

Don't know why I like em mean but I ain't like em average

Top rope randy savage, top dope in the baggage

You ain't nothin but a maggot

And I been posted with my faggots

Smokin' thraxx like its my habit, I wouldn't sit down even if I could stand it

This that rap shit on demand bitch

This that hunger fueled madness

This close to my heart just how I grab it

Needle a week cause I don't fuck with tablets

I'm a figment of your thoughts

I'm a figure in the fog

I'm a mirror you won't stare at after dark

I'm a stick inside the carrot that you want. Bitch, you thought

I'm the spirit talking shit inside a parrot, what you on?

Caught you lacking in a sonic fashion

Coughing, hacking, nervous laughter often happened

I wish you a happy day, and curse you after with a pack a day

Evacuate!

Saying whatever tacky phrase will swerve you faster

I decapitate a learned master in a clash of blades

Unsheathed in a convenience store

Touch me, and you won't just lose that arm, I'll want even more

Anxious, fiendish, born out of a chicken's egg

Proud of its secrets like shouting at shibboleth

Dark age primitive, Heartache ended it

Riveting, you better tell it when it rains

Who's trying to attune to the elemental plains?