Dirty Sanchez - Butterflies lyrics

[Produced by Powers Pleasant] [Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez] The sky ain't the same no more Clouds identical to poison chemical trails Keep your eyes open Kids, eat your vegetables School, I never had principles Bought a rap blown like 5-0's In front of pigs stopped they said I Hot headed, make thermometers pop Not up to par, no cigar, mad papers and Jah, jah bless though, I'm not alone They tappin our phones so they know where the best go You in the presence of stars, now Little Dipper Haters and haters, I love you lil' n***as Have Rocka snuffin' your jaw Call it Rokamouth, Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing I been rockin' out Negative energy, either brothers or enemies My cargo far your cargo, short lack longevity I, treat my b**h like a letter, I just let her go Sincerely, me before I blow It's Dirty [Verse 2: Rokamouth] So I try to survive without money But I'm making my music And you know the game is funny Entertain and abuse it n***as Stupid rich while I'm hungry, and I study this ugly point of view Like making a crowd move just for honeys I got G's overdue, that's cheese that's expired If I'm tired, I'm a lose Rappers gettin' p**y You never hired What to do, never gonna retire We still minors to the news Only 20 years old, got full control of you fools Ahead of you too Fast maneuvers like computers peep the way that I move Sample huntin' in the dungeon on a ride to the moon Keep them waitin' for a tune, I don't know why I do I'm a starve in this youth Guess its just what we choose I'm just waiting for a plate I escape, got me takin off Just trying to find my faith As I'm rated off these blogs Is he even, is he odd, not the meaning of my songs I'm asking why involved, if you ain't gon' help the cause I'm speaking life in awe, while I'mma have to cut you off If you ain't gon be thinking small, you gon' stack no bills at all So 4-7, let us ball I'mma use my heart, and hold my thought Make a call, and get a ball one man bank for sure Once I get my dough, I'll buy a rose gold rope And hope I don't get got on this one way plot I came a long way comin' off from my block And I make sure I won't stop as I chew right through your spot Won't have enough 'til we all on top Better make room, or you gon' get knocked And no deals say this n***a never ever gets dropped [Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly x4] Ever gets dropped, no one ever, ever gets dropped I don't think we know it yet, I don't think we know it yet We got it all on the line, life's a gamble A handful of dice and we chose to bet [Verse 3: CJ Fly] Ya'll know we 'bout our business cuz we got us some staff Show 'em what the business cause they gotta be trash When I got that New Jersey, thought I'd stay right on track Try to use my train of thought to determine my path When I drop, it's gonna be like we playin' jacks Steppin' out the box and no one can tell me jack And that's just a fact Sending a message but no this ain't a fax The future that I manifested, know it is in effect Gotta disinfect I'm spitting like mucous in my vest That's something I should get off my chest And I'm when I'm in L-A-X The things I'm getting done, that they less Don't hear the vets, they say get on the list Shoot for the stars from sky like I had subs on the jet Was never in the same cla** so let's change the subject Weed the only substance that was making some sense Had to leave but realize that you was right where you left [Verse 4: Dessy Hinds] Knock, knocking, Mr. Bill Collector Still don't respect ya cause my sk** offends ya They pour a n***a syrup thinking that he might surrender Think that they lent this life and title, they 'venge us Until we blew our brains out and weed just had to vent us Fees never get us feed and please never get the cheese These n***as never sleep until it's anesthesiology With my sorry lease, I'm bound to be driving my mama's V Tryna come up with a verse for a sound to pile up my G's Got embedded in genes for a G-Star Jeans and a fleece warm for the weather in the East tour Now I got my stories stored in Rip your vocal cords, recordings [?] from sortin' Even when I started this game, I saw ends, lost friends Met up with my Pro-Era clique And I ain't ended up in the pen cause I ended with a pen And that n***a got the time to never hesitate to spin From spittin' venom with sins cause all the flowers blossom And all the thoughts you never think, now it's got them Gotham City [Verse 5: NYCk Caution] They never find me in a cell, I ain't Sam Fisher Grand swishers expand like panned pictures This is life as a member of what's better So I just throw the Era up, like a pitcher with bad records, sh** Bigger placement cause my name's inside the dotted line They never knew I had a shot like Roger's wife Roger that, I hover high above the citizens Laid back, sleep, she up blowin like a ceiling fan All night, while I'm right on top your ribosomes Pipe and dome that be the appetite too leave the night alone Chemistry is mentally a vital zone factor That determine if you make in my life you righteous ho (?) Everybody got the stories about the guwop and I was buildin' I spit freeze like it's ice chillin' The right life dealer with a price up on his noggin Pollen and the dollar, about to blossom to a father I'mma rob for my family, see it in these roots Tryna beam like a laser, shoot and taser any sabertooth I'll catch you later, got some paper and a wager too They take my style bite white like you ate her tooth Back at like crack addicts, and I don't give a damn your Italian High life, Sopranos Die you an a**hole, slide through the tackle Wise words coming out the mind of a pharaoh Clash of the titans or the the actions stay narrow I remain the least to see, freedom and the decencies Man, but I'm still on my sh** and I still gotta pay that rent Still gotta pay that rent, still gotta pay that rent Still gotta make that cents, still gotta take that, gotta take that Man, I gotta make that, make that [Verse 6: A La $ole] Mind, body and soul, the trinity within me Time, dollars, and gold still withholds my memory Remember me? I think we met within a past life Couldn't remember but I know we was mad tight We share the same eyes, share the same feet Share the same spine, I think he is me This how we live everyday but still might fall Thank God I realize who I just saw God-body pieces to the puzzle connected Never did I doubt it that the energy would manifest it I'mma treat this beat like a god and I'mma bless it Till we infected with the music, we gotta stress it Natural disaster, earthquakes in your city Add a tornado, add a tsunami, and you still sh**ty I'm ill gritty, make a dollar outta two quarters, I'm the real 50 It's no Biggie, it's no Pac, it's no HOV No Nasir, no Rakim, just Pros taking over your globe And we here, said we here [Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly] [Verse 7: Dyemond Lewis] Want to know where the era been Cooking up dope with h**n That's a bar for the homie I work hard, so progression is seen Won't be long now until I'm with my African queen Sippin' fine wine For now it's grind time 5-0's for my Pros whenever I rhyme Obstacles is something that I'm familiar with Kick flipped gaps and potholes for the thrill of it So, what makes you think I won't have you removed If you a threat to my future, plus you front on my crew I don't fear no man claiming to shoot Because shooters don't talk you know, they busy shootin' Stupid, you and I, we're somewhat equal Except your wallet packet with dust, mine stuffed with dead people I, acquired a taste for white p**y and seafood Bad habits as always, have to watch what you eat dude When will the korruption stop? You hear the caged birds sing But you won't understand a thing until you stand in this spot And me? I am not a nice person I fronted you some, so if you late, I expect extra in reimbursement So don't take risk, n***as will get pissed Started growing my dreads cause I don't f** with Lil Twist Skinny n***a if you (?) got that tatted on my wrist sh**, hold up, hold up, alright Mama named me Dyemond cause I ain't nothin' lesser I'm like Cole in '09 under way more pressure f** it, I'm way more better Smoker's Club when I dress up Rap n***as getting comfy, tell 'em they need to step up Old n***as embrace us and you'll be way less bitter I show respect where it's due, to the others - good riddance It's the motherf**in' superduper young hot spitter [Verse 8: Jakk Tha Rhymer] I keep my thoughts on tracks like the cars of a train And often look back at just how far we done came I used to only rap for my friends and family When I first started off they could still understand me Thought I must have been the sickest in my family tree Way they reacted off the spit just like the Pop Rock candy Kept a youngin' ga**ed like the family V Till it was clear what my path and plan to be Go triple platinum, win about four Grammys Buy out Def Jam, start a family like a fairy tale Bet a deaf n***a hear me clearly I'm deaf so they can't come near me Unless they coming correct Put goosebumps on they neck My mic strong for my mic check I'm from the Era where the best never miss a step Tell 'em recognize rhymin', show respect Around here they gotta give to get [Verse 9: Kirk Knight] Hopefully when I sign it The sonnet that I write bring tears to the Goddess Regardless, be the bomb through Manhattan projects All over the globe, I steer fear through the sonic And tonic that the world wears like a baby's bonnet Don't talk about change, be about it I had to reroute my goals and kick it to the curb And observe that the pros be working your nerves The highest concern that you ever heard But I need clearance I got five on it and you lack perseverance But I got it and I would like to share And have no fear, we all got broken dreams Shall I (?) or kneel but it's so hard to ball these days Shoes on the other foot and these not my J's Hey, I got something to say One of the golden child making the brash decisions Buildin' the worlds off of glitters and gold Instead of the realities of riddles and bold And my team want the meals and we wantin' them both Because Beast Coast spit will leave 'em in a choke You can't buy happiness if you're broke off of hope [Verse 10: Joey Bada$$] Now I rap circles on rap circles, your team squares And popsicles, my team's fared obstacles Impossible to get around 'em Got'cha surrounded circle the block, drop bicycles wildin' Take a step back and put it all in perspective If the pen don't (?) then this law ain't affected Detached from the objective, flawless perfection Your flow less projected, let alone detected Protect your necklace, progress through lessons Feel the proper essence and prolong this message Produce the method Pro tools the session, they heard Stay progressing is the ancient proverb Ain't nothin' profound like the sound of (?) The Providence of a ProGod, that's my word Word Domination in process you see In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed Yes indeed