Flying Lotus - Chippy Chip lyrics

Break marijuana out baby roll that Blow smoke rings to the temple with a soul clap I love a soul clat You already know that I'm working unorthodox like Co Jack Dylan Ross kick rhymes on the porch And on my album Even kicked a rhyme with torch And on this I am kicking a gift ofcourse And the summer pop will never stop running its course Masturbator got rhymes for days now With no days off so no time to lay down I stay down with the same crew from the first second It's volunteers 2010 I am representing Romantic reclusive sh** what I do still Got me singing songs to a woman like Drew Hill I'm too ill for the radio now And I never be bouncing around like a radio clown Well f** em So they put me in a box with a buncha guys rapping with fake a** m**m names it s**s Shabam Shabah Saba** Malik I'm talking The gums you speak with no stuttering when they talking Stupid American oxes and swine keep stuffing there faces and drinking boxes of wine But if you know me you know that I flow sickly But you only write fiction for pussies Eric Jerome Dicky Absolutely Yeah I'm in I I am in Murk Mode All week I've been in murk mode man That's why I'm doing this Took me two days to write this whole project And it's gonna take you like two years to grasp what I'm doing This..pretension Proceeding My past pretension