Got a perfect view from here in the voyage window room Blue planet, sleeping beauty, the place that we call home From here you can detect no borders,
Yo, yo, enta, enta Enta, enta It's the synical lyrical rap individual On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a
flat next up get a black hoodie n a hat livin in the big brothers camera view keep i eye out 4 the boys in blue. straight 5 years gettin caught thats
Hurricane Tuck, the man of the hour Just got the money, now I'm working on the power And my real niggaz, still working that powder While I'm representing, this blue bunny flower
inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bowels Laying
the help of Dr.Ice in the mix And even then, kickin' lyrics that was quite potent Howie by my side with his pesticide for the rodents I'd flow get on
wizards My skin turns blue and I start to shake My tongue comes out like a snake Ssssss Zunga bunga hooly goo bo That's my Ugandan voodoo flow You don
turns blue and I start to shake. My tongue comes out like a snake. SSSssss! [Shaggy 2 Dope] Zunga bunga hooly goo bo . That's my Ugandan voodoo flow.
Jordan But I'm the type that others want to try and be like I recite and shines right with a cordless mic I comes tight with more air than a pair of Nike's I flows
flowers in her hair with blood on her hands into the sun she stares she feels it die I heard her cry she smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
could go run up on kids for leathers What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese Word up, hold your head
want tell me is kane go do your thing who the king Asiatic non equivalent to any Plus I play the game a more harder way than penny The plan that I mobilize
Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blue money like
'mma tell you how the whole thing start Off top I brung Queens up from hard times Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine It was my version of the blues
hate, you should invest in merit Look at yourself, you monstrosity of hypocrisy Tryin' to be the king of media, you the king of mediocrity Chop your flow
eyes I wanna sail away go under the sea Find the truth about the mysteries of the deep I wanna roam the earth as a free man On a planet with no borders
piece to pieces of a dime bag lady, each package, new baggage, implemented a tragic plan, a volunteer from the audience, for the magic man, I have doubt my hat with natural flowers
to kick her, fuck it That's how it go when ya dealin' with a proper Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow Coolio locc and I'm down to