Das Racist - Blue Magic lyrics

[Intro: Big Baby Gandhi] Uh, Baby, turn my voice down No one should hear the words that I'm saying Turn my voice down Uh, baby, feel me [Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] Terrorist with no turban, lyricist with no sermon My man Herman said your whole team herbs, man My man Victor said all of y'all dick s** I said yeah I know that's why they always got they lips pucked Disgust, every time I spit stuff Titty a** sh** c*nt please lick nuts The spliff, the dutch, spiff in the strut 666 across the gut, b**h what Liquid swords in my veins, call me GZA Digi in the desk drawer, dude, call me RZA Slice open your face, call me scissor Sipping on the sizzurp, sitting with your sister Sounded like a young Jay, sounded like a young Nas Y'all sound like old Jay, y'all sound like old Nas Y'all sound like Coldplay Y'all sound like Oprah Me I sound so dope, brah, money out the chocha Bet you wish you was hot, don't cha? Do it for my culture, f** a vulture [Verse 2: Heems] Like oh Lord this racism is k**ing me Wherever I am feel like TSA grilling me Greedhead my corporation limited liability But they gon' bust me if they open the delivery Where we from there is no one to look up to Two words: phone cards, don't care, f** you Big Baby Gandhi, 21-year-old phenom He bomb, now he on, Nafis Bin Islam That mean he on the streets for this long This strong Sholay, two brothers two pistols Hombre, go thataway, no way Jose BBG told me y'all sound like Coldplay Oye loca, he said y'all sound like Oprah Speaking Hindi eating bhindi, family that's okra Me I'm burning doja at the Double Dragon dojo On an Aztec island on Lake Texcoco I'm like Moctezuma, mixed with early Luda Half Zab Judah, half Heart - Barracuda Suing Sarah Palin reading Stalin looking fancy Rooh azfah and mango pulp, plenty in the pantry Heart is a wonderful band, with ladies Himanshu is a wonderful man, but he crazy Stop emailing me let me breathe for a minute You work so hard just to hit certain digits Got a number in my head, hit it then I'll finish Money is evil but I like what I can buy with it Yo yo yo, but that's how they getcha If they got the chance for a dollar they would wet 'cha Are we the best? Well golly, you betcha Big Baby Gandhi plus Herman and Hector [Verse 3: Kool A.D.] Verbal mathematic, the Kool universal My data global, my plan ancient My man made lake, my sixteens triple lutz, y'all s** Armpits, I shoot guns at suns that move I smoke weed, drink water, watch TV, a regular dude Shout to Young Honest My verbal ebonics low in demonics and trans fats Paragraphical, the kid actual Wouldn't f** with half of you Other half, maybe for a stack or two For Baby I'll do a track or two on spec See me on bars on deck in Italian swim trunks, the kid drunk Lenny Kravitz, Blue Magic, too tragic You had it, you lost it, the dude flossing You tossing salads, your crew lost on average Chupa me cabbages, you not be rappers It's not your average Kool the Damaja, you the school janitor But with no keys, though Stand on the side, free throw Y'all know how we go, amigo [Outro] This sh** is so ill but your mind is not ready, you don't know You better ask somebody if nah nah nah nah nah, here we go This sh** is so ill but your mind is not ready, I don't know You better ask somebody if you gettin' that cheddy A here we go