Up & Down (Jackie Chan)
My attitude is humility and gratitude
But I'm a savage, might ruin your fucking afternoon
And fuck the average, I'm chasing after the masterful
Rap with exactitude, dudes can't match the aptitude
But you see me on Georgia Avenue
In a bathrobe reading the paper doing what Soprano do
The boss route, no other avenue is rational
But fuck the rational, I'm feeling supernatural
I levitate when I meditate
In the AM while playing a 97 Smif-N-Wessun tape
Channel the spirit of the Sound Bwoy Bureill
Man I feel it and the whole vibe is spiritual
And the view from the top floor is aerial
And I might hit a mushroom like Mario
Now here we go on the merry-go
Psychedelic scenario, looking for God, like where he go
And I pray for everybody I know
But everybody fucking with me, everybody can go
Look I ain't scared of no solitude, I'm a motherfucking
Walking ball of molecules pondering that Siddhartha dude
The one and only son of Arthur Booth
The legendary hereditary, I'm walking proof
And I love my people, man, I need my people
All this shit I do is all for you
Up and down, up and down
Round and round, here we go, I'm trying to keep my head low
Man, I'm trying to hold my head high
Trying to keep my head low, trying to hold my head high
Up and down, up and down
Round and round, here we go, I'm trying to keep my head low
I was a motherfucking menace to society
Now I play motherfucking tennis in sobriety
Kicked the notoriety, which helped with the anxiety
But still I got that motherfucking devil deep inside of me
And I can flip the script like back to killer shit like
You can die today or we can watch some flicks, yeah
Maybe eat some chips, yeah, talk about philosophy
Amazon Prime got that Celestine Prophesy
Tell me do you follow me, are you a friend or enemy
Or somewhere in between like everybody ostensibly
I'm sick of rapping, man, it stresses me
But rapping is all I want to do, that loop it plays endlessly
On and on, it just goes on and on
Somebody pass the sauvignon, Klonopin, and Hennessy
I've been thinking about some drugs lately
Fiendin for a buzz lately, not giving a fuck lately
But I'm a savage, might ruin your fucking afternoon
And fuck the average, I'm chasing after the masterful
Rap with exactitude, dudes can't match the aptitude
But you see me on Georgia Avenue
In a bathrobe reading the paper doing what Soprano do
The boss route, no other avenue is rational
But fuck the rational, I'm feeling supernatural
I levitate when I meditate
In the AM while playing a 97 Smif-N-Wessun tape
Channel the spirit of the Sound Bwoy Bureill
Man I feel it and the whole vibe is spiritual
And the view from the top floor is aerial
And I might hit a mushroom like Mario
Now here we go on the merry-go
Psychedelic scenario, looking for God, like where he go
And I pray for everybody I know
But everybody fucking with me, everybody can go
Look I ain't scared of no solitude, I'm a motherfucking
Walking ball of molecules pondering that Siddhartha dude
The one and only son of Arthur Booth
The legendary hereditary, I'm walking proof
And I love my people, man, I need my people
All this shit I do is all for you
Up and down, up and down
Round and round, here we go, I'm trying to keep my head low
Man, I'm trying to hold my head high
Trying to keep my head low, trying to hold my head high
Up and down, up and down
Round and round, here we go, I'm trying to keep my head low
I was a motherfucking menace to society
Now I play motherfucking tennis in sobriety
Kicked the notoriety, which helped with the anxiety
But still I got that motherfucking devil deep inside of me
And I can flip the script like back to killer shit like
You can die today or we can watch some flicks, yeah
Maybe eat some chips, yeah, talk about philosophy
Amazon Prime got that Celestine Prophesy
Tell me do you follow me, are you a friend or enemy
Or somewhere in between like everybody ostensibly
I'm sick of rapping, man, it stresses me
But rapping is all I want to do, that loop it plays endlessly
On and on, it just goes on and on
Somebody pass the sauvignon, Klonopin, and Hennessy
I've been thinking about some drugs lately
Fiendin for a buzz lately, not giving a fuck lately
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Writer(s): Andrew Booth
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