Ishmael Butler - Blandland lyrics

Leave a lame duck flying in the sick ? Relying on and replying to same name In the end it goes Going home crying more than Came soft, hit the ba** They take jazz, take soul, take hip hop And blame the n***a every inch and every drip drop The money making holla making to pish posh We searching rhymes dictionary It was in your heart you had to work hard Trash garbage f**ing apples, I'm a work of art [bu*terfly:] A story loosely based on us Without no pain and dust the main sense Essentially a booze or misfocused An absence of style, where should be ma** Decline all the diamonds that? To dust And sell to a ? called Marcus As perverted desires ? greed is lust With one n***a balling, well he's enough I don't really wanna hear no soul, but rap You know I spit the truth Bouncing round, looking like Hitler youth Savoir-faire, that's a french word I got it sliding with the…third And put the cool first