Oysters & Clams (Raw Shit)
They say what we are today
Comes from our thoughts of yesterday
And our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow
So to me that mean our life is the creation of our mind transcribed by The Buddha
Yeah
Close my eyes in Zurich open 'em in Paris
Product of a single-parent but that shit ain't apparent
You look at me blood of a Pharaoh heart of a King
This Raiders cap my modern day crown
I thought ballin' was a hundred thou (laughs)
Until I ran through that hundred thou (laughs)
Look at me now
Momma's first child
Momma's only son so this uzi weigh a ton
And for the lil' whoadie that got jumped
For them Jumpman's and died for that Gold chain
Yeah I got you mayne
Memories off this Pure White Hennessy
Eyes low but I can still see my enemies they tryna creep
But I'm laser focused like Mayweather
A Leo in the Tropic of Cancer sun-bathing in that May weather
And May is five months away nigga
From food stamps to new stamps on my passport
No labels to Purple Labels with my Vans on
From kicking up dust to bringing through a sandstorm
I was forsaken facing them trials
Now I wash my face in mosaic sinks and be thinking, "wow!"
Let me paint these pictures
Salvador Dali with a Hip-Hop mixture
Cognac mixer
Already rocked up is what I am on these beats
Got a quarter piece already chopped up
Look how I popped up
Let me show off
Kobe on the Raptors how I go off
Oysters & Clams this that raw shit
With no Voss to water it down shit is awesome
Looky here I spit it like Dhalsim
Flame
Fire
What is my name?
Mark-Lyndon
Homage
Sire!
The Winter solider spitting in the Winter Solstice
Focused like Moses that goes back to that Pharaoh line
I got that arrow in line
About to pull back on that bow targeting a bull's eyes
With that Midas touch
I am biased as fuck every thing Gold
Minus zero when I spit everything cold
In the Sacred Grotto
Thinking bout The Book of Revelations
Guess I've gotta keep The Devil waiting
Cause I'm walking this Veranda
Cops use to read me my Mirandas
And tell me "Keep Ya Hands UP"
Now I'm in this Panda
Black & White Model X
Model who swallows
I'm the back hollering' Obrigado (Yes)
That's Portuguese by the way look
Just left The Port of Greece nigga I am up
Eating Linguine in Santorini
Lambs in lemon sauce eggplants Vodka martini's
Spilling on my White Linen
How ya living?
All this game I'm giving you should take notes or stay broke (Mmh)
See the gross make 'em do the most
They was here when I was broke yet still adíos
Kiss me through the phone girl cuz I am ghost
Mo' shows till I'm spitting off the Ivory Coast
Yeah me and my niggas we stepped up
You know it nigga we next up
Considered the Same as J. Dilla
And Slum Villa
Feel the rush that Detroit River
And I just connected Canada with that line
Before that West Africa I'm Worldwide
Rev said it in '08
Foretold he was so great
So I got you from '08
Till Infinity
I hope you proud
Yeah
Yeah
I hope you proud my nigga
Look
And I can go on forever and a day
But if I die tomorrow man forever let it play
In your hearts
And your souls
And remember as you go down this road
That I gave you all I know
I'm gone!
Comes from our thoughts of yesterday
And our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow
So to me that mean our life is the creation of our mind transcribed by The Buddha
Yeah
Close my eyes in Zurich open 'em in Paris
Product of a single-parent but that shit ain't apparent
You look at me blood of a Pharaoh heart of a King
This Raiders cap my modern day crown
I thought ballin' was a hundred thou (laughs)
Until I ran through that hundred thou (laughs)
Look at me now
Momma's first child
Momma's only son so this uzi weigh a ton
And for the lil' whoadie that got jumped
For them Jumpman's and died for that Gold chain
Yeah I got you mayne
Memories off this Pure White Hennessy
Eyes low but I can still see my enemies they tryna creep
But I'm laser focused like Mayweather
A Leo in the Tropic of Cancer sun-bathing in that May weather
And May is five months away nigga
From food stamps to new stamps on my passport
No labels to Purple Labels with my Vans on
From kicking up dust to bringing through a sandstorm
I was forsaken facing them trials
Now I wash my face in mosaic sinks and be thinking, "wow!"
Let me paint these pictures
Salvador Dali with a Hip-Hop mixture
Cognac mixer
Already rocked up is what I am on these beats
Got a quarter piece already chopped up
Look how I popped up
Let me show off
Kobe on the Raptors how I go off
Oysters & Clams this that raw shit
With no Voss to water it down shit is awesome
Looky here I spit it like Dhalsim
Flame
Fire
What is my name?
Mark-Lyndon
Homage
Sire!
The Winter solider spitting in the Winter Solstice
Focused like Moses that goes back to that Pharaoh line
I got that arrow in line
About to pull back on that bow targeting a bull's eyes
With that Midas touch
I am biased as fuck every thing Gold
Minus zero when I spit everything cold
In the Sacred Grotto
Thinking bout The Book of Revelations
Guess I've gotta keep The Devil waiting
Cause I'm walking this Veranda
Cops use to read me my Mirandas
And tell me "Keep Ya Hands UP"
Now I'm in this Panda
Black & White Model X
Model who swallows
I'm the back hollering' Obrigado (Yes)
That's Portuguese by the way look
Just left The Port of Greece nigga I am up
Eating Linguine in Santorini
Lambs in lemon sauce eggplants Vodka martini's
Spilling on my White Linen
How ya living?
All this game I'm giving you should take notes or stay broke (Mmh)
See the gross make 'em do the most
They was here when I was broke yet still adíos
Kiss me through the phone girl cuz I am ghost
Mo' shows till I'm spitting off the Ivory Coast
Yeah me and my niggas we stepped up
You know it nigga we next up
Considered the Same as J. Dilla
And Slum Villa
Feel the rush that Detroit River
And I just connected Canada with that line
Before that West Africa I'm Worldwide
Rev said it in '08
Foretold he was so great
So I got you from '08
Till Infinity
I hope you proud
Yeah
Yeah
I hope you proud my nigga
Look
And I can go on forever and a day
But if I die tomorrow man forever let it play
In your hearts
And your souls
And remember as you go down this road
That I gave you all I know
I'm gone!
Credits
Writer(s): Homage
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