Barz For Dayz

(专辑： The Jukebox: Prelude To Class Clown - 2009)

[But My Mackin Ain't Easy:]
Yo, Soul Theory!
Let's get it man, ha

[The Jukebox:]
DJ Capcom is the beast of this game
Y'all better get him a leash

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Ha ha, yo

You see they probably wonder why I don't smile
'Cause these cats need to get their own style
Hold the phone dial
I go miles, when I'm sprinting on the beat
You'll get lifted of your feet
When you spliffing up my trees
Quit giving me a speech
I ain't really tryna hear this
See with these lyrics
I'm tryna run fearless
We playing games in this jungle, Jumanji
With bomb tree, hidden under all my dirty laundry
Call me an arm free fucking around
I'm putting words in your mind
So you in love with the sound
They're saving my place
Tryna shove this food in my face
So they force it down my throat
'Til I'm used to the taste
Now move to your place
'Cause I'm camping out on top
Fresh kicks on my feet
While you sitting in some socks
Cops tryna get me locked
Catch me fucking with shenanigans
But I'll just handle them and throw them in the ambulance
They want to know what my hands is in
Scare me straight
Get back bitch I ain't tryna share my plate
What's good fam, I love money, I will marry cake
Get a rich bitch like Ashley and Mary Kate
And I ain't talking about one of them
I'm getting both
I grab them and get a loaf
And then take their money and their coats
I blow trees, so my mouth is always filled with smoke
You sniffing coke
Singing but you haven't hit a note
Plus that shit you wrote isn't set to carry a crowd
I'm legendary anywhere that I'm out
I'm sharing this pound
With my people like a how high sequel
Told my people need to air out the house
So beware of my mouth
Spitting venom, coming out the cerebellum
With these kicks on my feet
See I told you I was gelling
You playing felon
You in stealing a penny
I put a hole in your belly like you Oprah or Jenny

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I sport a long white tee, fitted cap, baggy pants
If you see me be sure to slap my hand
Some people do it for the love
Some people do it 'cause they can
But me, I'm tryna be legend like Bag a Vance
Some rap will make you think
While other shit will make you dance
So I bump what ever is in the system
Trying to make some plans
I just want to see what's good for the night time
IF nothings hype, I'ma head up to crib and write rhymes
Age like white wine, nicer by the second
That's why I never put punctuation on a sentence
'Cause the song goes on, here a dope song
If they say I wasn't for real, then you was told wrong
See you ain't on, what we on
You bright, I'm neon
I'm smoking up the weed 'til the tree gone
Yeah
My life is up and down like a see-saw
So I stay with a bitch like my name was Leon, Phelps

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[Wiz Khalifa]
Okay! It's your boy, Wiz Khalifa, man
The prince of the 4-1
Um, 2 in here with my guy, young Mac Miller
Jukebox mixtape, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doing it real big out here in Pittsburgh
You know what I mean?
Make sure y'all look out for that young talent
Smacking niggas across the motherfucking face this year
Of that and beyond, we flying the fuck out
Jukebox mixtape!