MZ Boom Bap - Aura Luna lyrics

[Produced by Mz Boom Bap] [Verse 1:] How do you tell a blind man of the color blue Painting pictures, vanilla pettles fall on the pedestal Cruel. Rule one in the art of visionairy Metamodern and vary none for the carried gun is Young, forced s**uals, thrown into the cataclyst Youngest interlectuals still smoking that cannabis Waiting for change to come right to my doorstep Fall, step, forget, juggling thoughts incorporate Stab myself with forklifts, uncompetential in the social aspect - As they shoot with a fake kalashnik, - Flick off You n***as soft, say ya hard one more time and watch yourself turn into apple sauce Excuse my flaws in my utility, back track I was young, scheming liquidity Swim, black jacks you feelin me? - Dreaming of f**ing black b**hes in Italy I wanted Rome inn my mental, no job, no obligations But sh** was changing quick I realize I had the balls and more or less the dick Did I go too far? Or did I just insist on this literal gesture Minimalize the texture when you been stressin factors [Hook 1:] Young, forced s**uals, thrown into the cataclyst Youngest interlectuals still smoking that cannabis From the well of the amethyst springs the clearest water Watch the moon disappear in the thinnest aura [Verse 2:] Open pandora's box and pour a gla** a quarter I push pen over borders while pinned on kush and recorders Gimme cushions to forge a fortress, I dun never slept of porches I had my cordless phone on my corpus cone Scorpione I drop mad Dijon flava with the dressin cream I rock beyond the great abyss excessively I rest at ease with the cheese that I'm gradin Don't think that any sh** you say might attack or degrade me (I got the gravy) Who got the groove? We got the funk babe Shock the booth as we dun block the f**in route and drop a tongue play All Sunday, from dusk till the dawn Ay fly lady can you tell me what is on? – I keep noticing that I'm a [Hook 2:] Young, forced s**uals, thrown into the cataclyst Youngest interlectuals still smoking that cannabis From the well of the amethyst springs the clearest water Watch the moon disappear in the thinnest aura [Bridge:] What you real hard? And why you got pain? What you got real hard? And what you got Bane in? What you got real hard? And what you got fit in? What you got real hard? You imaginatin' Now we spit chosen, INDIGOD bars Draw the night close, making love to the stars -- Annunaki, cooking some chapatti For naughty ladies, who go cray like aphrodisiac Fore sumbati come interrogate my set or my party Give nobody respect before they on and copy- Check: - Fore sumbati come interrogate my set or my posse I'd wreck with intellect, I stay screaming for these [Hook 3:] Young forced s**uals, thrown into the cataclyst Youngest interlectuals still smoking that cannabis From the well of the amethyst springs the clearest water Watch the moon disappear in the thinnest aura [Outro:] So, What you real hard? And why you got pain? What you got real hard? And what you got Bane in? What you got real hard? And what you got fit in? What you got real hard? You imaginatin' Stop procrastinating, and better start creating Better start creating