James.wav - Practice lyrics

[Jon Swaby]: Comma, stuck in my sentence You should hold on now, it might get bumpy Don't wanna get thrown out, land in a coma Or worse with the coroner Like brodie a bogey you bogus don't want none This is just practice Stop with the questions, ain't got the answers Asking me how sway f**in' the game up, it wasn't Ralph though Wreck it I'm reckless hitting a turbo Got it from NASA, racing for slips bro, hold up Riding a donk but I'm still doing donuts Sounds pump from the trunk getting Chi Chi From Bulma, pump in the trunk Better leave me alone now, slick with spit But its blitz with the bone crush, flick with the wrist Bring the bliss if you want some Matrix again, just got off the phone call This flow the raw dog, glove on I'm balrog Could be a pump fake, might be a sawed off Gifted with gibberish I'm dripping a bar crawl Crawl on the wall peter parker when barring out Spliff and a spliff I've been sipping a tall cup Gone off thebroccoli Cross bow with the flowgot two neo nazis Headshot from a drop going top speed Camo that i copped from a swap meet [James.wav]: Imma, rap my a** off I promise Jimmy gon' blast the mask off Adonis Turn a Greek God into sediment Take his Greek Goddess I thrift the fit, there's no stylist I ain't ever shift the clique, my bros got it You made a point just to touch On the subject of beating me As you can see there's no stylus My sh** just be hands on I'm so polished and buff I'm so scantron When my bubble erupts I go Cam'ron All the k**ing this season How come no one ever Sees mink when it's breathing? It's rare form Got the force yeah I practice in Air One's I'm so ill that they wish it was airborne They be signing they souls To ones that cosigned them But that's just a tangent My theorem Is so Monty Pythagorean Rap is the sum of these squares I ain't laughing I'm opening oceans And closing the cabinets I ain't no bureaucrat But the way this sh** going i might Throw my name in the hat and sh** I've been all about my practice I have been Iverson, so psilocybin They tripping even when I pa** it There is no pa**age on pad That ain't cla**ic I wrote Poking holes all in the basket I wove Still carry my team to the basket you spoke About money and magic and hoes But the lavish reality's damaged Be glad that you're broke I am on the mothership James.wav the colored kid Same day, some other sh**