BOONE HERE HE LAY prod. NICEMEME$OUND

Текст песни "BOONE — HERE HE LAY prod. NICEMEME$OUND"

payin homage to $crim, Oddy, and Smurf

[BOONE]
barely made fame
rarely maintained
barely became a lame generation
don't wanna be kind
born and died in the same destination
brainstorming for the information

bored all the time
subside inside my mind
trying to find an occupation

one day I wrote a rhyme then realized
I was my own inspiration
making music and getting faded
those two thing I favorite
my favorite bitch, my Mary very flavorous
dealing dangerous
minus the time I'm feeling married to money
light up the blunt so the room gets sunny
losing my life
choosing to light
despite demise I'm still cruising tonight
fuck all these things that I'm having to fight

bite off the 2 for 99
"cockin' the nine if you wanna act tough"
still not enough
talking to someone who looks up to $crim and Oddy Nuff
limb covered is it resin or dried blood
wipe it off, give it a lick, give it a slit
split a game like a scrimmage
just spittin no spitting image

I see images of rediscovered catacombs
deep under ditches
chill bill still will peep the ditches
hope no one gets a peep
ho, come with me
I'm the last person you will see
believe it's a dream but
you're really six feet deep
early six thirty my mind equals
six dirty hippies
gel got me in these feelings
really tripping
need sleep, need nugs, shit I need a whole oz.

after the hole was dug hit up the plug
start flipping one drug, only one
busy dipping one blunt
deep in the mud
creep when I stunt
lonely one with no gun

wait for grim reaper to come and take me away
shit I might have fun wherever I stay
may it be a shady place to party and play
writing bars, blunts, and barbeque lays
that's what the fuck my tomb will say
here he lay
rest in peace and get high everyday