LONG DARK NIGHT (explicit version)

                       

Do You

06:24
Bonez

Lyrics

- VERSE -
I spit so mean, mix so clean/
bump it loud, there's no tip-toeing/
wrists - no bling, shit's only/
compensation, little dick phonies/
i'm only here to set the mic ablaze/
pile the ash & let it fly away/
smile and laugh when I rhyme insane/
slide of hand at the Try-N-Save/
homie, I got game like Bonestorm/
in a hiding place like old porn/
I find my flame, fry my brain/
my lion's mane gets so warm/
we 3rd degree burning trees/
serve emcees like courtesy/
Boston jersey with the 33/
lost and worried with your nervous tweak/
I'm feeling fit, healing quick/
getting ready for the worst, throwing heels and fists/
let's just live, protect the kids/
respect our wiz, and spread knowledge/
I stay trying to better this man/
rhyme in the night, and tend to the fam/
when the sun comes up, breakfast in pan/
P90X, hit the chest and the back/
gotta stay strong, run around with the seeds/
rock the mic, and cut down on the green/
DNR, the sound of a beast stay/
pounding the beats out loud in the streets/
now we can see who got the classic verses/
keep your day job, or practice, birth hits/
can't spit like I spit, you'll have a hurt lip/
feels so good to be back to work kids/

- HOOK -
See, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/
I bring this music to life/
you're a buffoon with a mic/
don't try to be someone else/
or come beg me for some help/
just have belief in yourself/
beat down a beat to the death/
No, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/
I'm bringing music to life/
you're all confused by the hype/
you need to embrace your talent/
do you, and make it classic/
with fluid grace and balance/
I give you a taste of magic/

- VERSE -
I'm whooping behinds, putting the mines/
on the ground, don't step one foot or goodbye/
up in the sky, yo - look at him fly/
he would've been fine, just shouldn't have tried/
to spit uranium like I do/
my family tree, we got the finest roots /
only pay mind to the nicest groups/
venomous apple, don't bite my fruit/
and don't blame me, I didn't ask for the gift/
like y'all didn't ask for your asses kicked/
on any damn mic these hands can grip/
I guess that's just life with a tragic twist/
I'm Good Will Hunting, you're Forrest Gump/
make the most of your time before it's up/
instead of spitting that same old boring stuff/
go cop a feel of what don't get touched/
I'm-a pour a cup of horchata patna/
all the right ingredients to rock the spot, son/
DNA, a monster roster/
pissing on the lawns of the casa blanca/
confident man, astonishing jam/
book a DJ and call on a band/
crowd full of peepz in the palm of my hand/
no stopping the plan, it's all for the fam/
Cochabambino, que cosa mas lindo/
les mando amor y carino/
cheers to y'all, voy a tomar un vino/
blaze para estar un poco tranquilo/
fake thugs stay foolish and able/
and you're all just doing what they do/
i wonder if you would be able/
to bring something new to the table/

- HOOK -
See, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/
I bring this music to life/
you're a buffoon with a mic/
don't try to be someone else/
or come beg me for some help/
just have belief in yourself/
beat down a beat to the death/
No, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/
I'm bringing music to life/
you're all confused by the hype/
you need to embrace your talent/
do you, and make it classic/
with fluid grace and balance/
I give you a taste of magic/


- VERSE -
Put down the sword if you box/
don't use a toy vs a glock/
do focus more on your smarts/
don't kick down doors, pick the lock/
do be a master of you/
who peep disaster and move/
not down to trust in some clowns/
who get found no pulse on the ground/
do light a fire with your spark/
and shed some light on your dark/
produce the finest of art/
no limits, rise above all/
dismount from the cock that you ride/
and swallow your pride/
you're not that celebrity'
you just pretend to be'
harness your energy/
beautiful melodies/
continental rise depth I wrote 'cha/
sick as H20 Mexico, son/
no matter if it's ink or a pencil stroke, a .../
...classic like a Heath Ledger Joker/
you don't have to try to be the next Lebron/
and it's sad, but it's true, Pac's dead and gone/
now everybody wants to be the next big don/
and call a lot of bad shots like the pentagon/
but it's not about having more radio spin/
or watching hard earned cash blow away in the wind/
making it rain, oh - I make it storm/
with raging force like Crazy Horse/
or Raiden bitch with the 'haya-baba-lay'/
rhyme eternal and live to fight another day/
so, don't copy son, Simon didn't say/
I'm one of a kind and Dark Night is here to stay/

- HOOK -
See, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/
I bring this music to life/
you're a buffoon with a mic/
don't try to be someone else/
or come beg me for some help/
just have belief in yourself/
beat down a beat to the death/
No, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/
I'm bringing music to life/
you're all confused by the hype/
you need to embrace your talent/
do you, and make it classic/
with fluid grace and balance/
I give you a taste of magic/


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