R.A.P. Ferreira - ​hot bref lyrics

[Intro] Peace, peace, peace, peace Peace, peace, peace, peace [Verse 1] One, two Yuh, yuh, yuh Tryna find the right loophole in Glasgow Pulled up in the Peugeot, stepped out Drip like Inspector Clouseau Puff some hot breath on the Hublot, if only Binary consciousness, errant pompousness Shaka Zulu's verse, Clarence Thomas’ At that time, I was trafficking in airy promises Hustling the margin of error can bе an accomplishment Contravening the inimical Thе polemic gesticulating at the pinnacle Magically, do you smell vinegar? I squint like Forest Whittaker You in the forest with a trickster and a gasoline tapestry Haggling for life boats Downbeat on the upstroke, kissy face cutthroat The rhinoceros charging When I rap, it sound like arguing amongst people I'm with the sh*ts like a dung beetle The idea was to use Funk to fight evil Enlightenment is lethal It be like bebop roots, dreadlock spook, hummingbird's eye view En vue, through the veneer of hot potato In the living room, you’ll find pieces of me, boxed and labelled Ready for shipping and handling I'm with the rampant dismantling Of self and surrounding syntax and outlook Bent back paper clips in house shoes Notice how my mouth moves, while I sing the blues While I sing the blues While I sing the blues [Bridge] I'm the minstrel man, I'm the cleanin' man I'm the poor man, I'm the shoeshine man I'm a ni**a man, watch me then I got God in me, can’t you see I got God in me, can’t you see I got God in me, can't you see I’m a ni**a man [Verse 2] I'm not the thinker, I'm watching the thinker Stoppers, pop lockers, floaters, sinkers Clockers, beamers, roses and stinkers Jiggers, splits, lickety My hips rickety Persnickety goblin, hard sighin' through another cold call Snow falls in the frosted landscape of my heart I hear what you sayin’, but my brain is not a mechanical part Seeking nothing, found I self Cheeky bluffing through the valleys and volleys Forays and hobbies, sprees and opening salvos Tulips placed under brown nose were smelled often The doctor lookin' at me like the petals fell off 'em Soul coughin', goalpost rotten There's pain in my dreams often I wouldn't expect you to understand this You not been left behind and forgotten So, pardon me while I split this square with the— Fella who live under the bridge up here Yeah, this my stop, right here Stay up