David Nakayama - Your Favorite Rap Song lyrics

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect] Oh I swear All I ever wanted was to be somebody My reefer cloudy, lost to each a**ignment Making beats and rhyming so proceed to find me My speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge" But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens Grievance foul, reaper loud six feet my ego grow Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low Bust it back and forth there's no remorse I win of course I'm in You fraudulent, I'm selling d** Where's the love? hit my plug This is for my 40 busta's holding crutches Cause they know they hustlers While the man is tryna cobra clutch us I drank a whole 8 bottles man I won't discuss this Cause even if it's champagne better know your substance Fancy n***a's stuck on a brand name But any day it's O.E over champagne I'm talking sh** for my fan's sake I give a f** who can't relate I'm Erick landscape I paint the picture for peace Large wishes dismembered in several scenes I'm Kubrick with chemistry You're degenerate, generously Poor me, poor, poor me Got them hooked one time so I gotta OD [Hook: Zombie Juice] All I ever wanted son was a brick A mask and a hunnid guns put a drip In a mesh if you want it son for them chips I be down and I run at you, yeahhhhh [Verse 2: Erick the Architect] I'm painting portraits while endorphins spinning I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous women Pave the future for boosters as I'm contributing my two cents So I'm a nuisance Producing and I tighten the loop, like it's a noose-sence Who's this? not for amusement, I'm never clueless I do this but never foolish, you doo doo and that's what stool is My crew is cool as the Fonz and you're Ferris Bueller No honouring my medulla No time for your common coonery Prognosis was doses of mean rock Dreaming I been thugging like when Afeni conceived Pac Papa told me fame would only flood my brain So when you washed up is when you focus on these lames Money murdering music my main objective is this I'm pushing the envelope and I salute d**h with a kiss Mind, soul and spirit Concious because I'm near it The whisper is the mirror to all my merit's So f** you if you ain't hear it n***a [Hook: Zombie Juice] All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns Put a drip in a mesh if you want it son For them chips I be down and I run at you Yeahhhhh All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns Put a drip in a mesh if you want it son For them chips I be down and I run at you Yeahhhhh [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] All I wanna do is Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new sh** Ahhhh All I wanna do is Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new sh** Uh You can reach into your pocket While I reach into my mind Clarity is so divine We just see through the design The physical we inherit By visions on TV screens Chasing the f**ing dream Living it at the scene Never I'm f**ing clean Never this obscene The green like six teens Flip O's a machine Vaccine I'm poison Got guns like marines Smoke good the routine Loving that p**y Juicy the top dog, juicy like hot sauce Juicy like AI, break necks like Benoit I flow it the Hulk Hogans Blow it the best doja Hold ya composure Pet bring the coffin d**h will console ya Remember me blessing you fools with my energy My energy Blessing you fools with my energy Remember me blessing you fools with my energy My energy Moving through life like there ain't no tomorrow Blazing all these mics like show-time at Apollo Thinking bout my life full circle and the sorrow Gotta get the C.R.E.A.M Money motivations, greens galore Yeh, I like that sh** raw, tell me how that sh** feel Living legend, 20 something, imagine how my dick feel God damn it how does all my sh** feel Men win and men lose, sometimes a friend too Steaming on the tops, I'm never stealth from the f** I've never felt like I'm not Swagger it's in my roots New York we the greatest, these rap n***as hate us Most you n***as wanna be us, I can see it in they faces Been like the same since, seventeen beating cases Same d** and same names, different places Same kick game perspective just switch lanes Been hot for 4 years, my n***a Isaac Blaze A true meaning it seems, underground kings Still high without my wings, survive and still I dream Equality and loyal over fallacies and more And where I come from the hood is still n***as poor Pour another bottle f** America's dreams Do it for your family or life ain't what it seems Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter Still running through you n***as like a mother f**ing bada-- [Verse 4: Meechy Darko] I was conceived under the rubble of the buildings That Snoop crumble back in 19-s-s-s-something Someone once told me suffering would lead to the discovery of something deep Inner Peace - Mind, Body, Soul; Holy Trinity The Dark Man rides the pale horse Down the road the checker board Kaleidoscope vision, my vision in vivid is formed My prism is shimmering glistening I'm giving off A ray of light, ironic cause my name comes from the dark I am the spawn of the sin of my pops, yeh I was taught But I've evolved and got involved my only flaw is that I know My only flaw and the earth revolves whether I am on it or naw But f** that let's break the law We're scared of loss because my fam cannot afford to flee Should a n***a spawn for me, denim in Saint Laurent Gold coliseum front painful, haters' loss 8 who*es pack the front of the bus, we on tour World War 3 when I undraw these vocals C4 Laying my punchlines like landmines I was born on the darkest day, in blood I was baptised I can't help but understate watch this capricorn decapitate Gimme a 10, gimme a 9, f** just gimme a gatling So I can crash the reunion and splatter his whole family Who gon' be at communion? Sports, d** and entertainment keep our computers viewing The wordsmith You turd sh** I can be a nuisance to any rapper that's spewing that sh** that we been doing Rolling stone with this chrome I leave his body in ruins I ch-chew him and pew pew him, I'm Duke Nukem f** y'all n***as doin How dare these rappers over bite the man with the overbite Above par, above the bar, I'm over nice God ain't even shoulder-height Pocket knife, clean slice, grab that ammo P I'm as cold as ice, a walking talking poltergeist It's Fleezus Christ, I turn water to acid I can straighten out the meanest dyke 7 gram backwood, now my eyes Korean tight My Grandpa can't read or write The cops never read my rights Running from them flashing lights like Ye when he was still with Nike Devil's pie, the final slice, gave my life up to the mic Every rhyme I spit precise I channel ODB and Big and Pac before I sit and write Her seat comes to sitting right I'm just tryin to lick and bite and f** and fight Who you kidding, there's no fiction, n***a this the facts of life Acid tab and dirty sprite, I'm living the absurdist life YSL Denim and Phillip Lim my jeans virgin tight Your favorite rapper bit my whole life, but he ain't serve it right Come on dog, I got more bars than when your service right 110 in the stolen coupe then I'm swerving right Fly with me come see these heights Don't be scared, hol' on tight Y'all should call me Conrad Murray the way I murder Mike [Recordings from fans:] Erick the Architect Zombie Juice And Meechy Darko You guys are an amazing music group You have opened up my mind to all sorts of things You have completely altered my perception the world And I'm gonna see you every single time im in Salt Lake City for the rest of my life "Yo, Flatbush Zombies, it's yo boy M.J.B., from Boise, you already know, yo there's black people in Idaho, we f** wiv yo sh**, keep doin' ya'll thing" "Ay shoutout Flatbush Zombies, you make the realest music out there, shout out Meechy, shout of Arch shout of Juice, and shout out SanAntoni Texas" "..man it's about time you n***as dropped an album, ya'll been preforming the same sh** for two years now like come on.." "I love you Erick, I love you Meech, I love you Juice, I just f**ing love you guys" "..f** ya'll, cause this gone be the greatest album ever and it ain't even out yet that's how much faith I got in these n***as .. (?)" **FAN RECORDINGS CONTINUE (TIMING: 8:25)**