Jonwayne - Cool Runnings lyrics

ft. Zeroh Authors signal blank space claiming Buck Rodgers Say the same sh** in L.A. and let them duck Dodgers Every breath is like I come up from the water Submerged in alphabet soup, this loop is a spoon I use to take scoops, I loot this brain fruitfully Bootlegged peruses rap to reign truthfully Used to scrabble on late notes Now I let my pen ice skate on the back of these bank notes Check the dictation over the sound of these nayvvotes If a rapper falls off in the jungle there's no hope When there's nobody heard, you can hear the town die in the back of an alleyway Homie, the strong survive Rock a chain made of beer-tabs Drinking after heavy nights, I'm blinking in the distance on the oncoming headlights Walk the road or the road walks you sponsored links You ain't a special motherf**er, put your blimp in a zoo I'm saying, tame your big head for the lazy men and laymens I don't deal in terms below mine so pay attention To the justified shine, no mention of mine, kid, 'cause I'm just here for the pension and prime rib I'm self-made, DIY to consign me, to half them label wars, you can say I'm a wise b**h There's no identity and they like it Now I'm having indie knobs say, "That ain't bad for a white kid" Your horse is too damn high, just like the rent Sounds like you need an extra friend to Harvard your dent I'll take you down a couple notches like a Thanksgiving dinner When I attack run cooler than Jamaicans in the winter Yul Brenner: There's nothing wrong with I see, it's about what you see, now look in the mirror and tell me again what you see Junior Bevill: I see Yul: PRIDE Jr: Pride, right Yul: POWER Jr: Power! And I see Yul: A bada** mother Jr: Who don't take no crap off of nobody Yul: AGAIN Jr: I see pride Yul: Can't hear you Jr: I see POWER! I see a bad a** mother, who won't take no crap off of nobody! Yul: ONCE AGAIN Jr: I SEE PRIDE Yul: JUNIOR Jr: I SEE POWER, I SEE A BADASS MOTHER WHO WON'T TAKE CRAP OFF OF NOBODY Ay coach, I'm opening a study-day egg proti-amos holy high on these mountains eagle this eye dali pray The humans divide and procreate Pros chose to decide this guy's face, the size about five-eight Inhabited mystic, art god, or all ballistic I can't even see myself, and this sh** is still narcissistic So go source when force is f** wittable, course-load, accounting for seven chakras, the intervals box out You co*k dribbling bubble-f**s, I thunk in, triple-double, tu fumbling yup I troublesome sun-king He ran away from proud rock in fear of that one thing Scars will get pa**ed, gas that stunt with a bum wing b**h, hakuna-matata, cumma hadouken, summa cum laude, the party or some will come later but we get it started 'Cause summer comes once again School came when God shot at the fall, I'm scorpion-born Love scorn, I claim retarded and go in Hard never home, dearly departed Orbiting, ours merkaba god, f** Harvard In suits I look garbage I'm sorry, like new artist But almost all of you awfuls should of died when I said so last Now heads roll, professional masked k**er Will is feral, when I go fast till a boat with no motor Adrift in a space lake, lifted in a space based, base Hastily wasting his grace on mahasabha taste And if I moderation to follow a night Bidibing, plan of my formidables, style fight Dictionary dicks depict the sicker sh** than they can ever be and be triumphant On top, Ong Bak a n***a trumpet Knee-caps and elbows, to skull caps, and pell-hose, on Rodeo, on Melrose, aw hell no Red fur impersonating Elmo, but this my world, lalala, lalalalalala No, that's going to f** it up Tsk, It's not going, it's not going to f** it up! It's not going to f** it up! I swear that's not what f