The Jealous Guys - Brainwashed By London lyrics

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The Jealous Guys - Brainwashed By London lyrics

[Hook]x4 I'm from the city brainwashed by London [Verse 1 Ayinde] It's k** zone audio readers and philosophers Mappin' out the sky we the nights of geographers We are the children of the fresher God, drunk off Scott's La Rock well Let the pots dwell With the child hood umbrellas She my fairy tale but they rape Cinderella Dancin' on the stars prom kings go to heaven Reaching in my pockets grabbin my holy 7's, Preach 911 should be tatted on the reverend Pickin lil girls get they f**in head meloned Rap Indian in the land we will settle Enter in yo throne not comin' to say hello So they drop beats then they drop bombs In my dream I seen Jesus, he was holding a Quran Woke up to reality Drooled in math cla** Dick played pencil this test was her a** Ugh , we the school of hard knocks Figures, with the A plus colors You are now dancing with the God fantasizing with this girl named earth Climax for the lovers In the recession how long we will suffer Long for the rain how long for my summer Got these white angels that like to come to the table Word play KANE N ABEL , To get it? [Hook](X4) [Casa] It's been PS3 so I'm XBOX lost My angel's genocide is a halo caust Snowed lambo hood So bullsh** frost You paid the cost to boss where the logo sit I see through rapper ice like mid hail storm Sitting where I clutch just previous to the shift After nightmares of getting rich You gotta diablo bull with horsepower to sci-fi whip Season's weather turnaround or to Dwight trick Penn and teller magic, palm where the wand is Bank tell her you make it rain with a cashier's kiss In nor cal didn't see bloods or crips Just blasphemous pics of gang etiquette To be apart of it I'd have to end up bloody Thrown from a sea cliff Michael Phelps gold chain medals but I can't swim Got virus shots see now I'm sea sick Got the blues of negative denim Selvedge bleeds on my sole As if I'm jean sinning My tongue make em hip hop run I'm Gene Simmons Get it? I'm too tired like I'm Ducati driven Take breaks from the brakes when speeding is too vivid But as the fog rolls in imitating londons I let the beat play and accept our conundrum