CHRONIC – POWERLINES Lyrics
Artist: CHRONIC
Song: POWERLINES
Dog
They for real aren’t ready, man
Like, tell em man, show em
Yo
I’m sitting in the shade
On a long adventure like a viking on a raid
Chompin down on a beat like a denture, like some f#ckin tooth decay
THC buzzing round through my brain, surging through a powerline
Snorting dirty ‘caine, doctor with the MD and the MA
P city underrated so I do it for my state
Ever since I saw Complete on da stage, call me a fiend for the fame
Sucking beugs, feeling hell spaced
I finish my lines like I’m runnin a racе
Jacks getting hungry so I’m runnin man
They can’t form case, no thеy f#cking can’t
Remember when I was slicing my arm, can’t believe how far I’ve f#ckin come
Beating up the beat like a drum, feeling calm when I c#m on her tongue
Killing cunts dead cunt, I flow like a gun
Never talking sh#t, put a bible on my palm
Put that on my mum
So smashed I can’t feel my face
I think the sh#t is see through
Bars are wavy like a sea do
Never getting salty like the sea do
Really f#cking lubly, can’t you see boo?
So blind I can’t see booze
Smashing on with any cunt, I can’t even see who
f#ck all you cunts, man
f#ck all you cunts, bro
All these weak rappers think, like, think they’re mad but i’m f#ckin’ underrated as f#ck
Like what is this, bro?
f#ckin’ over it man
Ti-this is my f#ckin time, man
You f#ckin take the piss out of me, who gives a f#ck cunt?
I’ll do this sh#t for me anyway bro
f#ck all you cunts
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From the album:
Lines In My Face
Release Year: 2004