Awon - Haunted lyrics
[Prod. Phoniks] [Verse 1: Awon] It's that DJ Mister Magic With Whodini on it I be the MTA with graffiti on it I'm the souls of fallen kings And your being haunted With a that tough guy talk You don't even want it Because I spaz on you s**ers Like I'm Carmello They soft on the inside Their heart is all jello I feed ya brod Honey Nut Cheerios For breakfast I'm the illest n***a alive Who won't rock a necklace I heard it through the grapevine That they talking reckless And after Love Supersedes I never saw the exit And I'm the freshest n***a never forget it White tees and blue jeans No labels I make me money mang Gourmet flows I make me hungry What you want I cook up these rhymes in a wok Like it's rock And all these muthaf**as Trying to jock And everybody trying to be the Awon Of they block But they not And matter fact they not luke warm How you gonna be taking over Only got two songs? How you gonna be the man With ladies boots on? I don't want whack tape I ain't trying to support You they type to get a deal That my n***as will extort Or the type to get in a fight And take a n***a to court Coke you snort Eating pork Blind mind living savage At best n***as is average I came to crack your cabbage [Hook] See I been doing this for years See I been doing this for years See I been doing this for years [Verse 2: Awon] Who want it I got it I'm the verbalizer Davinci with that loud I'm the verbalizer Intercourse for your ears I'm the fertilizer In the building with beers Quench your thirst provide a n***a It's that ill flow Your favorite rapper is a dil*o Styles n***as k** fo' No frill machismo Stroke my own ego So don't jock Got your b**h taking face shots I'm Botox Gimme some more props God blessed this throat box Spitting that Blue Print Cleanse Mind detox Cause hype k**s Despite real head no Reeboks Vintage everything lil n***a No G shock I'm dopeness Buenos Noches Mics in comatose 100 percent pure Reverse osmosis On the terrorist watch list I'm so explosive Sometimes I find myself On my own dick Master hating Cause Django got the gun Bang on em watch em run The cowboy in the sun set I never sweat These lames get to thinking They think I dissed em now Wait Till I get to drinking Beard game Lincoln Spliffs stay stinking Chains is for slaves But the wrist stay blinging Matte black rubber Bad mother brother Super lover smother Emcees in whale blubber I raps too fat for s**ers Sweet smucker pucker upper To the boss type soft motherf**ers Busters And I ain't talking bout rhymes For your mind one time Jamming like a tech nine [Hook]