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A U R A
She ain't smoke - she fuckin with my aura
She ain't drank - she just fuckin with my aura
8 blunts - light em up like a menorah
(Dank Sinatra Tag)
She ain't smoke - she fuckin with my aura
She ain't drank - she just fuckin with my aura
8 blunts - light em up like a menorah
She ain't smoke em, she just rolled em up this morning
(x2)
She ain't smoke but she smoke with Dank Sinatra
She loves the way I feed my family - that's ohana
I'm Ray to all the bullshit - Stevie to the drama
She love the way I lead my team, we on becuz of karma
Never sipped lean - she fuckin with my aura doe
She read my cards, she read my palms, she read my horoscope
Fortunes on my side, career like Chris Chelios
Up here on my pedestal i'm gonna need a telescope
Higher than a frequent flier, frequently i'm unamused
by any less than mountain views, i'm higher than that mountain too
and reaching higher altitudes - I see the stars and i'm en route
I see you sun, i'm shinin too. Endured the labor, where's my fruit?
She ain't smoke - she fuckin with my aura
She ain't drank - she just fuckin with my aura
8 blunts - light em up like a menorah
She ain't smoke em, she just rolled em up this morning
(x2)
Cuz she fuckin with the Kushlord (x3)
She love my trippy vibes, we watching ranma eatin ramen
She lights it up and hits it once to get it lit then pass it
She wrapped up in my magic, got an aura like a shaman
Toppin speeds of 44, i'm leanin back, i'm in a classic
Never whipped a lac, until she met her Daddy
Now she posted up, she rollin blunts up in the Caddy
Got little bit of road head, got her ass stuck up in traffic
She askin for my Facebook, said a fake name, told her add it
I'm a sinner, i'm a saint, i'm savant, i'm a savage,
Ever since I been an asshole, dog, my life been above average
She ain't care about the past, she ain't care about my history
The mystique is the mystery, she fuckin with my aura
She ain't smoke - she fuckin with my aura
She ain't drank - she just fuckin with my aura
8 blunts - light em up like a menorah
She ain't smoke em, she just rolled em up this morning
(x2)
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COMING SOON.
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Bushido the code, 8 virtues of honor, the way of my father
I walk thru the village, I plot and I conquer, 8 spirits I conjure
The weight of my blade lays firm on my shoulders - weighs down on my posture
My armor so heavy, roots deeper than trees, not sober but somber, I fall to my knees
I'm calm but the anger been growin inside me - must perish or prosper
My energy darker, my hope just a glimmer, no help from the ganja
The moonlight get dimmer, the nights gettin colder, the problem grows larger
When you holdin the chopper, choppin 'em up like a surgical doctor
That ya, ya, ya, yappa might come to you rescue
Then pop-pop-pop you a steel barreled monster
Spit like a llama - achoo n god bless you
Emerged from the swamp as the king of the cess pool
Never thought I'd be successful
Now tell me who the one
Smoking Ls in the sun, cup fulla rum
Hold a hit up in my lungs - then I pass it to my people
I'm on acid like a Beatle - ah
Bushido
(x12)
Emerge from the temple
With liquor and the kill on my person -
I'm mental, y'all mentally simple
I'm simply mental, homie i'm jaded
My kinfolk we made it, this whip ain't a rental
Catch led like a pencil if you ain't my people
Akuma Bito in this bitch - whippin the jag or the benz
whippin that dab for the rig, wax on that wax in the mix,
I be so sick with the loud, whippin n flippin that shit
I be the so sick with my clique, Kushlords we juggin and thuggin
They love it - we up in this bitch
Bushido Bushdio
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Since my born day
I coulda sworn they
Set the court date
For me before I even saw my first explicit porn tape
Spit explicit foreplay
in her ear and now she horny
Take her home and pour like four drinks
Steal your girl cuz i'm the poor drake
Uh, When i'm coolin in these courderies,
I'm taking hits from the bong
Missed call from my mom
Like 10, she's concerned bout some lines in my songs
But I ain't even look for trouble
Trouble finds me and my homies
And if a hater run up on me
Tell him walk man get like Sony
Cuz homie you ain't even know me
You ain't got no testemony
In the clouds im like Adobe
I'm a badass just like Joey
My city ain't fuck wit me
My city ain't fuck wit me
My city ain't fuck wit me,
But I ain't fuckin wit yall either, for real
Gahdamn, I been trouble
Gahdamn, I been trouble
Out the womb and into the gahdamn struggle
Since my innocence was lost, gahdamn I been troubled, for real
(x2)
Told her miss me with that drama hoe ayiyi
Told her girl I got the antidote ayiyi
We speakin tongues in only spanish though ayiyi
Said she lookin for some trouble so ayiyiy
(x2)
Gahdamn, I been trouble
Gahdamn, I been trouble
Out the womb and into the gahdamn struggle
Since my innocence was lost, gahdamn I been troubled, for real
(x2)
Call me crazy that's dismissive if I'm pissin you off
Chances are I probably am and chances are it won't stop
Rub your toothbrush in some acid, gasoline and on my nuts
And better grab some vaseline cuz the whole scene bout to be fucked
Bust nuts, no rubbers either, guess that's how I got a kid
Burn every copy of my shit before she reach the age of 6
She ain't need to know the monster, she just need to know her father
This my re-do - it's bushido - this the death of Dank Sinatra
On God, I'm a designer of higher quality product
Than most of these individuals rappin about narcotics
I'm original - half these individuals ain't really individuals
So while i'm prototypical y'all homos only typical
Living inside the living room you lived in as a kid
I'm praying my residuals will double for my kids
Bong rips, 10 beers, whip wet like a puddle
Now i'm smilin ear to ear, gah damn I been trouble
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New congregation
On my knees, on the alter i'm prayin
On my soul, Lord, I hope that I find you
But I doubt so I need confirmation
Uh, Kush congregation
No hate, there's no segregation
I know that I need salvation
So I say i'll change but I never really do
Still on the block drinkin 40's with my crew
Still blowing blunts with the cops in my rear view
Still poppin' off at every fuckin show I do
Cuz I popped a couple pills and I ain't fuckin with you
Still juggin hard cuz I never went college
Still wanna go cuz there's power with that knowledge
Still go to church even though I don't believe
Still hopin one day that i'll hear God speak
Like, Dear Lord, are you there?
Do you hear me, do you care? (x2)
Still livin' and sinnin' with these pent up feelins
And all this aggression, i'm feelin' like Krillin
I get no respect, I been training for war
And I'll cut you all down like my tounge was a sword
And I'll burn down whole cities to get what I want
And I'll ravage and pillage, Attila the Hun
And I used be hunted, now I go hunt
With a nine on a island chase lions for lunch
I'm weird, i'm on a whole nother level now
Different plateu, no cielins now,
I reached the peak but i'm still climin tho
I scream my name from the top of the poconose, Kushlords
Do you hear me?
Y'all couldn't hear me?
Bitch you guessed it
Yall better fear me
I think im losin service now
Fuck a vette I need a four seater
Candy blue thing - like Doug's friend Skeeter
If it's back to Peru then Ill need at least four heaters
Then i'll Smuggle home a brick undernearth the tortillas
I'm real, ya'll ain't never lived this shit,
Never seen no bodies rotting as a little kid, I did
Never seen your neighbors busted for over 40 lbs of coke
That's enough to fill a pool and make a fuckin schooner float
This is where i'm from, where children handed guns
Where children get no love less their fathers the plug
Where children got no care, teeth hangin from their gums
And your only worth your weight if you sell your weight in drugs
Thank god for me my family fleed
Back to America, the land of the free
The land of the free but we still ain't in peace
And are really even free if we fear the police? I say
New congregation
On my knees, on the alter i'm prayin
On my soul, Lord, I hope that I find you
But I doubt so I need confirmation
Uh, Kush congregation
No hate, there's no segregation
I know that I need salvation
So I say i'll change but I never really do
Dear Lord, are you there?
Do you hear me, do you care? (x2)
I think im losin service now
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I've been to funerals - Hawaii to Japan
I call her kawaii - her hair in my hand
She's askin me why, she can't understand
Can't look at the casket, I'm fucked up, I can (x2)
Cry if you want to
Scream if you want to
Take another sip vodka
No one gonna stop you
Scream if you want to
Cry if you need to
Take another sip vodka
No one ever gonna stop you
I woke up underwater with anvil taped to the leg of my pants still
I thought it was a dream til I woke up
But I really think i'm drowning, lungs are half filled
And I really think i'm slippin down to one hand
Too much fuckin pressure just for one man
And just when i'm about to let go
I remember just to let go
It ain't easy (x4)
I've been to funerals - Hawaii to Japan
I call her kawaii - her hair in my hand
She askin me why, she can't understand
Can't look at the casket, I'm fucked up, I can
[Spoken]
Cry if you want to
Scream if you want to
Take another sip vodka
No one gonna stop you
Scream if you want to
Cry if you need to
Take another sip vodka
No one ever gonna stop you
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy (x8)
I've been to funerals - Hawaii to Japan
I call she kawaii - her hair in my hand
She askin me why, she can't understand
Can't look at the casket, I'm fucked up, I can
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'm so in tune with my team -
Professor X - on my roll
Eric Clapton in Cream
I done reached the crossroads
I'm McCartney in Wings
Mixed with Stallone in Rambo
Might fuck around and steal your girl
And she like sheesh, sheesh, sheesh
Sheesh (x3) Oh!
[x3]
I'm so in love with the weed
That's why I keep that shit rolled
She so in tune with the team
She so in love with the smoke
She brought her own bag of green
Brought her own bag to toke
She a bad bitch, bout her money
And she Ain't need your support
She knows the words to my songs
She taking hits from the bong
She taking hits on her tongue
Shit, Acid trips in the sun
Shit, Acid trips while we're young
Cuz we can't trip for very long
When we got bills to pay back home
And everyday energy gone
But right now I been out here wilin'
I been seein thru my eye lids
And i'm coolin' - auto pilot
Cuz i'm third eye vision sighted
Close my eyes then I see islands
Underwater, found Atlantis
Run Atlantic with my trident
Servin' mermaids up like clients
I'm a hustler, I define it
If i'm sellin then you buyin
This seduction at its finest
Can I skeet skeet skeet?
Can you please tease me?
Can we please chief weed?
Girl let's chief, chief, kief
She said sheesh, sheesh, sheesh
I'm so in tune with my team -
Professor X - on my roll
Eric Clapton in Cream
I done reached the crossroads
I'm McCartney in Wings
Mixed with Stallone in Rambo
Might fuck around and steal your girl
And she like sheesh, sheesh, sheesh
Sheesh (x3) Oh!
[x3]
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COMING SOON
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