Cam Feeney - Aluminum lyrics

[Verse 1: Harris Rudman] I hit the ground runnin' if I run at all Peep the scene middle finger do a somersault I'm cooler than aluminum in ovens, chucklin' Cuz your b**h got a face that be lookin' like Michael Ruffin's The heart could be a careless ruler Highed up playin' hookie call me Harris Bueller Fell asleep writin' raps but I woke up Hit the salsa bar tryna stick it in some chocha Feelin' a little stoney in need of a missin link Tell her I got the juice if you would mothaf**in' wheeze 98 keys jingle right beneath my knees I might swerve off while I'm lightin' up the trees We bash you if you ain't heard of the flow Cam Feen, B, and me the new Murderer's Row Uh, the Babe Ruth of stay true, but wait 'til they pay you f** that I come back this sh** just a prelude [Verse 2: Harris Rudman] And every time I step it's like I never left When they ask me what I am I say forever west I'm doper than the sh** in girlfriend's nostril The young Chris Webber treat 'em all like Jake Voskuhl What's realer, my bows coached by Anthony Peeler Only kick it with producers and them canopy dealers My high is equivalent to the sock length of Walt Williams b**h I'm soarin over all civilians Blind fold swallow she gimme that Ced Ceballos Eatin' avocados from markets in Ottovalo Feelin' as free as when you spark it in Colorado Let it lay, every day, don't forget to say Mohalo And I be at the spots where they find the message in a bottle b**h I'm California livin', marijuana driven I drop back like Steve Young in 95 And throw cyanide at your f**in diatribe