Chester Watson - Mammoth lyrics

[Verse 1: Chester Watson] f**ing mammoth, the crew is steady jamming Repping agnostic buddhist, chucking ? claiming Janice Prancing all over beats just like your boy was still a dancer Sipping poison is the answer, gorgeous oysters in the sea We get em faded like we faded then they open for the team Comme always whip the caddie, never chauffeur to the beach Or for a beach, my n***as get it like we hoarders of the cheese And the rats are in the pack, these in the coys that's in the streams We them bonzai cats k** 'em on sight Team full of bronze eyes trapped in a small light Looking like a Prong-sized frat cause we all fly Get it how you live it but you living like some small fry Different color b**hes and they wish I f** em all night Knowing I ain't with it, I just hit it then I call Mike I'm a black magician, ask ?, it's a small prize From the ? figment, im'ma bridge it, it's as vivid as the archives Way the flow is switching, leave em cross-eyed I'm back to back with all my issues, either cackling or in dispute Where the action? Shooting missles at my past, hope it blows up Making beats, always know it's gas when we rolling Chief and pa** that's the notion, hitting a** near the ocean like n***as ain't know we mega cla** and we Kosher Write, blast, it get doper, rip wax with the vultures Chilling like some villains and we practice the culture And no j**elry, that's no exaggeration See I barely be sporting the ring I copped from graduation But that's just me being prophetic again With the mind too philosophical, scoff and ? at women Apostle of the riddles, he's a living sarcophagus Veteran of the opposite, within leather, swing hockey sticks Sketching a better picture of yester and probably frolic with Hannah Montana cause she's as hot as a leaky sauna vent [Verse 2: Breeze Pachino] It's a mystery, gold chain, watch live in mystery Zombies of the night, 10 K, that was history Leaves these critics slippery, this ? and victory Writing fighting histor, my enemies, they into me Cause he hotter than the sun If this kid'll get k**ed, b**h who living by the gun? She just rather buy pills and maybe have a little fun Dark, corrupted little mind She ain't thinking wine and dine, cause all that time was 69 I guess you talking my language Nu Age Syndicate, worldwide we famous But I'm with it if you with Whipping, flipping in the kitchen, from Colombia so I get it Always gotta rep the city even if it's f**ing filthy She be drinking with no chaser, and I'm just trying to change my was My mind tripping, I'm slipping, it's like I'm living in debate