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Morphine Lyrics

[Dilla]

As I sit back relax on my throne sippin yak
Thinkin bout the ill shit I drop in my raps
With my city in the backdrop
And the ghost of Biggie be the mascot
I scrip and keep my moleskine with a padlock
From the borough of KRS to the ghetto of Hov
Dilla known just like a rebel with a veteran dome
New York rappers tellin me that I’d be better at home
So I laugh, grab they CD, throw some nickels by the side of the road

I keep my jacket Vito
All of my drugs illegal
Only syrup I’m sippin on waffles and chicken frito
My justice? Fuck Alito and Clarence
My Terrence Howard is way empowered
Any sucka coward getting smacked on
Now we watch em, kickin it for survival
Holding on to they bible and saving up for the tidal. And us?
Old school, we kickin it over vinyl
We kick it like Ronaldinho and Messi and Cristiano
We don’t honor every man with a gun
Prolly why they disrespect us like the man that’ll run
But fly lines that I write keep me super
Save the fuckin bullets for the Bowser and his Koopas
Wanna be the Ace or the Jack or even the Martin Luther?
Gotta prove to me you understand the warfare. Fuck if you was born here
You gotta understand the warfare
Never get a chance to learn standing in my crosshairs
We comin with that ‘84 spirit
Ludacris bridges
3 stripe kicks and a 49 fitted
What you think I rap for? To push a fuckin Lambo?
Naw chop these mofuckas up just like a sample
You want it with us then bring the Warfare
You want it with us then bring the Warfare
You want it with us then bring the Warfare

Beat ya they looped it
They be dumbin down so I guess I gotta Lup it
Overtime running but I never let my shoe fit
Quick dash swerve it’s like I’m Clueless
Cheatin like I’m Shoeless
My white socks is
Fading to black as I walk on the jagged path
And the back of my heel is cut
Prolly shoulda rode a beamer
Take a couple years, make a legend out a dreamer
Runnin train on the track, why you think that they carry ninas?
It’s the young fly lyrical, spit cynical, think critical mind aimed
Toward the bases at your border
Throw the peace up
The pain brief like a re-up
Venom in my hat and sippin liquor from a teacup
Blowing all my cash cause it’s gon double by the week up
You homies wanna catch me better speed up, heat up
I got that heat I don’t care what Lebron say
At the dinner buying bottles get the bill up like Chauncey
[Hook]

Still got the blueprint for my business
Still got a crush on Megan Good and Eva Mendes
Still rock with Eminem and 50
Still rock the cardinal cap fitted when I’m walking through the city
Still spit my lyrics over beatbox
Still wait another 20 years just for Dre to drop that Detox
Still push the pedal til it’s empty
That’s why these rappers jealous and they women wanna get me
Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
Used to want the Mercy murdered out with the top gone
Now I want the fly whip with the propellers just like a shy guy
So keep your choppas in the closet, my choppas in the garage
It’s gamble like I’m Ocean and knockin down the Mirage
Like I’m Trump and yelling out on the tower top of the Taj
Y’all up in my zone, get another job

[Hook]

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