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BIG BABY GANDHI lyrics : "Blue Magic Feat Das Racist"

[Intro: Big Baby Gandhi]
Uh, Baby, turn my voice down
No one should hear the words that I'm saying

Turn my voice down
Uh, baby, feel me


[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi]
Terrorist with no turban, lyricist with no sermon
My man Herman said your whole team herbs, man

My man Victor said all of y'all dick suck
I said yeah I know that's why they always got they lips pucked
Disgust, every time I spit stuff

Titty $$# %#@! cunt please lick nuts
The spliff, the dutch, spiff in the strut
666 across the gut, (*##$ what

Liquid swords in my veins, call me GZA
Digi in the desk drawer, dude, call me RZA
Slice open your face, call me scissor

Sipping on the sizzurp, sitting with your sister
Sounded like a young Jay, sounded like a young Nas
Y'all sound like old Jay, y'all sound like old Nas

Y'all sound like Coldplay
Y'all sound like Oprah
Me I sound so dope, brah, money out the chocha

Bet you wish you was hot, don't cha?
Do it for my culture, $#&@ a vulture


[Verse 2: Heems]
Like oh Lord this racism is killing me
Wherever I am feel like TSA grilling me

Greedhead my corporation limited liability
But they gon' bust me if they open the delivery
Where we from there is no one to look up to

Two words: phone cards, don't care, $#&@ you
Big Baby Gandhi, 21-year-old phenom
He bomb, now he on, Nafis Bin Islam

That mean he on the streets for this long
This strong Sholay, two brothers two pistols
Hombre, go thataway, no way Jose

BBG told me y'all sound like Coldplay
Oye loca, he said y'all sound like Oprah
Speaking Hindi eating bhindi, family that's okra

Me I'm burning doja at the Double Dragon dojo
On an Aztec island on Lake Texcoco
I'm like Moctezuma, mixed with early Luda

Half Zab Judah, half Heart - Barracuda
Suing Sarah Palin reading Stalin looking fancy
Rooh azfah and mango pulp, plenty in the pantry

Heart is a wonderful band, with ladies
Himanshu is a wonderful man, but he crazy
Stop emailing me let me breathe for a minute

You work so hard just to hit certain digits
Got a number in my head, hit it then I'll finish
Money is evil but I like what I can buy with it

Yo yo yo, but that's how they getcha
If they got the chance for a dollar they would wet 'cha
Are we the best? Well golly, you betcha

Big Baby Gandhi plus Herman and Hector

[Verse 3: Kool A.D.]

Verbal mathematic, the Kool universal
My data global, my plan ancient
My man made lake, my sixteens triple lutz, y'all suck

Armpits, I shoot guns at suns that move
I smoke weed, drink water, watch TV, a regular dude
Shout to Young Honest

My verbal ebonics low in demonics and trans fats
Paragraphical, the kid actual
Wouldn't $#&@ with half of you

Other half, maybe for a stack or two
For Baby I'll do a track or two on spec
See me on bars on deck in Italian swim trunks, the kid drunk

Lenny Kravitz, Blue Magic, too tragic
You had it, you lost it, the dude flossing
You tossing salads, your crew lost on average

Chupa me cabbages, you not be rappers
It's not your average
Kool the Damaja, you the school janitor
But with no keys, though
Stand on the side, free throw

Y'all know how we go, amigo

[Outro]
This %#@! is so ill but your mind is not ready, you don't know
You better ask somebody if nah nah nah nah nah, here we go

This %#@! is so ill but your mind is not ready, I don't know
You better ask somebody if you gettin' that cheddy
A here we go

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