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Machete

My granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut
That's just how I grew up
My granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off
In that sofa
So chilling in the cut
That's just how I grew up
Talking bout blah blah blah blah blah blah
Whatever?
Talking bout blah blah blah blah blah blah
Whatever?

Man I swear for God, man I shit you not
I done lived two lives on earth before
Second time I died, got a word from God like, 'Doc could you do one mo'??
And I told him, 'Third time's the charm.?
Who am I to argue with God?
Who are you to argue with me for letting the beast come out of the prophetà
I'm a loopy type of nigga
If she pregnant, get her wet 'til she deliver
Heat the skillet, cook placenta, call that dinner
Don't that make you want to lick your fingers?
Don't that make you want to grab a female?
Put her knees into her chest and bite her ankles while she take it
I'm cracking up at your face ?cuz you recognize the shit that I say
Is over your head. It's over your head, what else can I say?
I'm under your bed; I'm a monster
Guess that's why niggas sleeping on us
?Cuz walking on water just ain't enough
And you're kind of sus'spect to me
I don't trust the shit that you making up
Well shit, let me put it like this
Let me put it like this, let me put it like this;
I'm what you get if Lauryn Hill slipped up and let Juvenile hit
And then they crazy asses let Angela Davis babysit
So raise them fists
Quit complaining bitch! If you mad then change some shit
We keep it colder than the boldest bitch's nipples, skinny dippin'
Un-forgiven by so many men who wish to 50 cent him
Talkin' bout how is he still shittin'?
Thought by now he would be empty!
All this power in my system; only 5% gon' get this! (ugh!)

My granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut
That's just how I grew up
My granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off in that sofa
So chillin in the cut
That's just how I grew up
Tahm' bout blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah whatever?
Tahm' bout blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah whatever?

I'm just a nigga from the hood like the rest of y'all
Bless us, Paul
In the midst of praying, we just playing for a ass to palm
Smoke a little grass to calm
Crack that book open to Psalms
Crack a nigga head and pick a verse and hope he make it home
No this not a gangsta song, I don't really know about that life
And if they asking questions tell em ?I don't really know about that.? Right?
See this could be my blessing on the same day as my last night
But I swear I fucking lived it. you can put that on my past life
I say Neesee hold your head up, 'til it's light as a feather
Ah-yea-nah I ain't gon-en-dah-ah-yea-nah I ain't gon let up
See I'm positive he punish pussy niggas, for the record.
Nope I'on't believe in hell, but, hell, I know it's gonna catch ?em
Jodi, line ?em up and check ?em
Slice ?em from head to stomach
You see them bellies full, but I'm hungry as a mother
With a 10-puppy litter
Check and ain't shit in the cupboard
Dodge 18-wheelers for supper
You 18? Well, girl, come on up!
And that glitter bet' not rub off
My Massachusetts jump-off
I ain't psychic but I but it; I can see right through your eyelids
Just a little lost Bambi in the sticks, tryna' hide it
Bought some titties, tryna' hide it
Bought some Remy to disguise it
Threw some fangs on that bit
Now you running with the lions
In the club surrounded by pretty corpses, kind of frightening
But I stay high
Keep my eyes low so they can't read my thoughts girl
And I say bye
Anti-social unless I'm talking to the profir

My granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off in that sofa
So chillin in the cut
That's just how I grew up
My granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off in that sofa
So chillin in the cut
That's just how I grew up
Tahm bout blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah whatever?
Tahm bout blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah whatever?