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Song: | Sorry Bonita (Feat. Pro Era) [Prod. By Oddisee] |
Album: | SUMMER KNIGHTS | Genres: | |
Year: | 2013 |
Length: | 348 sec |
Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis] It's all illusions, fixed gear cruising Fixed reality shrouded from governmental pollution I ain't a saint, the holy ghost up in my aura rebuked it It's the era of indigo and they go with the preachin I ascend as the seasons, go on and I vanish Cause I notice I'm slowly becoming way more imbalanced A king with the crown, firm grip on the chalice Solid gold angel coming back to burn down this Babylon Has told many tales, his flows you could sells Mastering wind elements, I move with the gales
[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers] 'Cause I'm a socialite in the night, bitch get right enable I'm boxin yo dorm, Put my Nikes on the coffee table My tongue's below her navel, she makes it where her skills enable Seals my hands on her extremities, we're choppin up these remedies Came in between her and I We leave it to the constellations like should we continue relations? I think not cause all I do is smoke pot And make beats, and yo ass just want back shots
[Verse 3: Dirty Sanchez] Smoker's club, Michael Jordan how I'm killin 4 quarters You stashin' the trash, hoarder Yo girl startin to bath water, it's Dirty And that's not an introduction, it's nutchin Dirt on my shoulders, like Hova My niggas turn boulders soft, that's the shit that me and jovid saw uh And now it's like Pro Era in stores All my niggas opening doors, All my bitches is braless, flawless more or less Balance was the key, more action less speaking Everybody wants a piece Peace
Check (Peace) Yo
[Verse 4: A la $ole] When I release the flows I goes over yo dome far The nigga to represent the barrio, we hold bars I shine further, you sons get in the bogard You gotta pick yo road, give it a go, keep the point gawd Better with the regis my mind, they manifestin Beast coast, yea we the pros, you don't wanna mess with We leave you breathless, don't second guess the best who blessed it Less than yo adolescence when I speak my progression
Bring it down baby Bring it down baby, uh
[Verse 5: Kirk Knight] This is what I asked for, asked for Chillin at my backdoor, back off, mine tweakin on bath salts Confuse my intelligence, maybe I'm irrelevant So eloquent, being riders with a elephant The higher rank tryna pull a trump card When I try and do the things, I deserve all respect Intricit my amount, boy to any amount To any account, probably I gets em out uh
I can see it through the pyramids I can see it through the pyramids I can see it through the pyramids I must admit, I must admit
[Verse 6: Dessy Hinds] The mental state of a nigga that was scheduled for great Following schedules, never scheduled for break But still embrace he'll put ya' neck in a brace; Regular days went to getting paid regular Respectin the Era where the Era's been ascendin up Got all types of fans that's always sendin us love And ex girls that I loved I now offend with a glove And stay deeper, pistol head in the buck 'Cause Mr. Hinds always gotta float to let the people know that nigga head is above Regular sea height, cause they 3rd eye never seen height Cause only this Brooklyn street light gave me shine to shine for these nights Came with the free ice to bag bodies on the beat sipes
Bring it down baby Bring it down baby, uh
[Verse 7: CJ Fly] Lookin for who's in charge, don't be shocked, I'm the plug Get inside like the socket, the surgeon, the sergeant Energy – I put all in I'm learning the flaw things In the storm you stand out, you can struck and stand up I know how to conduct, feelings electric Well we're connected, your buttons are pressin Can test the reception, I sent you a message Let me know if you get this, a question
[Verse 8: Joey Bada$$] Seen it all in the retrospect, to retro steps Like it's '93 still, got '93 til mic skills Even got the Acro Jack Like for real there no testin, my tribe is not some Tribe called Questions My professions are not no seconds To know veterans and they meant it's a thing I'm a menace, insane, minister brain is at the minister flame Make it rain, she in pain, tell the 4th gal to drink Got my head up in my dreams Everything ain't what it be seemin' Don't blame me girl, blame my semen You got good jeans so your inseams made seamless And off top you're a genius We took a hit of of the greenest Now she have more fear on the atmosphere but don't intervene us Break her body down to the genus and so she leavin She didn't get to pick and now I see Sophia She get it's on, sorry Bonita but Sophia got a applebum Sophia got a applebum I'm thinkin I should take it home What you sayin?
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