Jj Kikola
Jj Kikola - Brighter Than My Lighter songtekst
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V1. Bright Bright Brighter than my lighter... Lighters in the air If y'all think that pussy rappers should be in diapers... Like toddler tikers So much leather up in here You could cloth a million bikers Pied piper took the rats So now I'm stuck here with these vipers Hyperactive Spitting shit like they high on laxatives On tracks they passengers I called shotgun in this bitch But y'all must be deaf So I load my cartridges. Cartridge pen paint calligraphic silence... (Shhh...) Before I commence to get busy with this pump action! Get 'em dizzy like some spinning axis Thinning acids and white spirits Haunt me when I sleep So when I wake I'm on this planet Just to write lyrics... Did I Die Do Do Did He Dum, Did He Daw? I love to hum a tune when I'm driving in my car Ha ha- who did who, who did ah rr? Ain't it so bizarre that these vampires wanna bite me When my jar is the on way to fuller? Funny how- when it used be empty I used to be my own worst enemy Like from myself only God defended me Now I'm wondering have I seen more than I was meant to see This industry is human centipede... When I check 'em my rearview The man who got the more thing, he get his rear chewed That's why we made this rare tune V2. That's why collectively a lot of rappers brown nosin' Swallowing their pride and mostly posin'. That's why we goes it alone See what I mean? Give a dog a bone Now I mark my zone With my nu-rhyme! Dog came to me in a dream And said "Rebirth Over" -Now it's You Time! I'll back that shit up Cos I told y'all it was Time's Gone Umpteen times between my meta lines Digging holes for myself On rap anpheta-mines... Layin' plans like grand designs... They too lame to read the signs So they just keep talkin'... Shoot em up? No I use 'em just for target Practice made me perfect my practice, Like a true war vet Who stands tall like a cactus Surrounded by these pricks Who never see the whole wall Only see the bricks... Lucky I'm a wizard then The Merlin of Berlin! Guten Tag! I got some tricks in my Rasputin Bag To wipe my slate clean Stick em on my Fuji Tab When I get high in EKALA Man, that's our music our lab! So let me make a dollar Writing rhymes on my refill pad Smoke fillin' up the room Like a scene from a reefer ad I hold my piece cos I know deep down that beef is bad So since I'm vegan... I spread my bread like an eaten fad! V3. Bright Bright Brighter than my lighter... Bringing light With the rage of a caged fighter My books a page biter My epochs an age lighter Since these punks can't touch me Cos my my games tighter! Did I Die Do Do Did He Dum, Did He Daw! I hummed too soft at first Then told me give it em raw... So heres my jaw I'll turn the other cheek... Walkin' in Memphis But the forecast is bleak That's hollowed ground that they stumbled on The guns are drawn and the tumble weed is gone Dem a sound da alarm... So I step to the mic amidst all the blackgardin' Pull a quick draw Like I was chillin' in my garden. Grass is always greener when I'm grindin' over bars In tracks from my larnyx Call tracy chapman Get my fast car fixed Overtake haters Over baked potatoes Burning chips Like a poker in the fire and later on your face... huhh... Excuse my pace, please! I like to ride the bass rough I get going When the going gets tough Call their bluff Take em back to the poker stuff Readin' dead emcee scrolls wondering if I'll ever know enough to do this? Well, I'm addicted to this So watch me levitate like a buddhist. Kikola EKALA On your iTune list...