Tommy Mas - Pan Seared Tilapia lyrics

[Meyhem Lauren] Slap tracks with acrylics I told ya'll dudes to fall back, we the illest Well dressed rap gorillas Gettin s**ed off in villas is a typical act Devour yellow tail and kimchi watchin' presents get wrapped Attract fly b**hes currency Cop kicks urgently Strip club savage, C-Section scar surgery Shorties get scooped straight tape Turn into movie stars Seen with Constantine and Bronsolin wildin' in nudie bars But not a ?? ocean self windin at the time I risk it Water resistant, luckily, b**hes be gettin' fisted Bought bottles in Selina's with schemers, these days I miss it It's bout to be a wrap but not how Mayan math predicted It's not the end, more like a new beginning Peep my frame it's drenched in linen, keep my name attached to winnin' Silk shirts with decorative prints and scribbled cardigans My life's progressin', never stressin' ?? [AG Da Coroner] I was born on a planet full of righteous people and scumbags Smart dykes, dumb f*gs and toe tags Motherf**ers with no regards for your life And little hungry children that'll k** you for rice Down syndrome carriers, African midgets Full blown AIDS babies born with no digits Swine flu spreadin' through the air Cancer patients with no hair Chemotherapy stares with no glare Crooked officers, heroes who fight fires Undercover friends who beg you to wear wires Crackhead mechanics that are nice with the pliers Dudes who speak truths and natural born liars Kings and Queens, bums and street walkers Women with game, professional sweet talkers Ten million rappers, twenty million actors Militant black folk and racist white crackers Coca fiends had my team from k**a Queens Meetin' where time moves, head in a guillotine That's the story of the world, raw dog And mama still cookin' up the breakfast with no pork Righteous [Action Bronson] Eatin' sushi off a black hooker Crunchin' numbers in the math booklet She had the panties with the p**y cut out Jewish holidays she bake the bread Then she twist the hash Get her high, take her straight to bed I'm divin' in Ridin' in V12, twin turbo on the Gaza strip With the ivory wheel, rockin' Iversons No practice, I'm cla**ic, you ba*tard We front flip in limo windows Sip the limocello See the pig, somersault into a dismount Off the uneven bars and throw my hand straight up f** around, sprain my ankle with the next maneuver I'm, one in a million, play the pavillion Get my paper or the razor get displayed to your children We hire Asians for k**ing, ready able and willing Getting payed in the building [Despot] Did what I had to do Either starve or snatch your food Had to choose the latter on some "Are you eating that?" I'm rude Ransack a platter, smash and grab till all the fat get chewed Bout to be as fat as Captain Lou over the gabbagool Catch a dude on the street, road or avenue Flashin' tools to fricka**ee these rappers fou fou attitudes Pulled out a hat and poof! Magically vanish you Abracadabra, turn some caskets into matching suits Can't knock the hustle, bustle or tussle Can't stop the scuffle, you can't top the muscle Land shots and shove a couple knuckles in your muzzle Hands hot, to tuck you in land plots with shovels Die in a car crash, loot the whole rhyme stash Six million ways to keep the game at bay and on smash Four comrades who dine in hundred yard dash Sit next to the Gods just for contrast You beyotches