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Blunts
03:03
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ashes form mountain top piles on my desk
as the green filled tobacco leaf clenches to my chest
and it drags
drags me by the brain cells
reminds me that sex sells
rings the memory bells
now im levitating in the open air, being pushed around by my fan
as it oscillates in here
my studio, im stupid tho, the stash is smoked- i got no mo
but im fo sho that if i flow my feet will never touch the floor
doors are slamming to the rhythm of the bass
my eyes are fuzzy as they buzz inside mt face
you ever think about how that bag could be laced?
nah- ill smoke a blunt that was ported from outer space , man
i smoke so many blunts
i smoke too many blunts
i aint drink too many beers tho but ,y gut look like a big BBW
i dont listen to vulgar music to piss off my parents
im pissed off lifes not as easy as this rap is
so i like songs that chant fuck you, fuck this
lets go write an angry song at rons crib
i dont smoke weed cause i think its cool
i like getting high as the blue birds do
I suck off faces and bust on chests
im not a great kisser but i do my best
gotta get my change up and get this shirt pressed
who wants to lend a record deal to this dude speks?
your band hooked us up with the show but you dudes dont impress
bored man im sleeping- pillow for my aching head
groaning like the living dead
dreaming all i see is red
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2. |
Broke
01:29
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yo im broke but i got money for weed
no money for you but i got cash for me
truth is i aint got a dime
i spent it on a notebook that im filling full of rhymes
capri sun is 50cents
and thats a good way to get my desert thirst to quench
my habits got my pockets in such a tight clench
drenched in the beer from the corner store trench, man
i feeling benched, beached
beached like a whale, man i like that shirt, please tell me its on sale
the chicks all want to flirt but i cant buy movie tickets
with a pocket full of shells, well, hell piggy bank is on the shelf
empty, how the fuck i do this to myself?
the tempting clothing, records with dope beats
sampling machines for my flow to turn to chop meat
where did all my money go? i guess it just went up in smoke.
i guess i gotta get my money right...
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Drummahzzz
02:04
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oh you didnt.
yes i did.
now the suns through my window pane
got her pants on the floor, crumpled, that used to hug her frame
beauty like fire egnitin' flames, the perfumes fame but,
she could smell like junk
dont gotta smell good to make sweet love
i like it aggressive, the push and the shove but
she got a sweet spot, never go too rough
she like to feel every tickle tingle
i let the love ripple mingle
biting on the thighs like pringles
sour cream and fun son, she sits waiting with her mouth wide open
blowing my shit way out of proportion
grease in my hair from a shower abortion
i like it like that, fuck a fuzzy doo- you know i aint like that.
give the drumma some
help him throw back a shot
baby, ill show my pump cane if you let me see the disco boxxx
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4. |
Leisure Stroll
02:39
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its been a long week, i can feel the street
through the bottom of my sneeks, hit-hit the pillow
take a nap as a treat, swing from the hammock
if you got one in your trees
take a hot shower, lounge in the bath
order out dinner, blow off math
write down yours thoughts, forget about the craft
put the world on hold its time to relax
been a long year, love is in the air
cuddle with you girl man, show her that you care
stressing from a scare- theres a baby in there? nah- false alarm
relax, just chill
life gets real, life gets ill, life keeps moving, man it cant stay still
restless motions, i need my potions just so i grasp that feel-
relax, relax
its not that serious
relax, relax
routines too tedious
relax, relax
brain bulging like a geniuses
relax, relax
you dont know the consequence
sleep deprived, steep decline
hanging myself with the telephone line
this life could be mine if i had some fucking time
i squeeze out relaxation for this time to rhyme
flowing about blunts while standing in slime
from time to time you can even share mine
take a couple of hits, i picked up a dime
slowly exhale, and you will fell like taking a leisurely stroll
long way, not toll, in your luxury car hitting a luxury bowl
no hands on the wheel, can you tell me how it feel?
you gotta relax and let fate steer.
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5. |
The Report Card
02:42
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B's for the best
aint no A's
A's for the ass that i get with these grades
keep digging but dont get excited
strawberry incense, strawberry dutches
strawberry nesquick, picnic lunches
she reminds me of a strawberry- sweet- rocking bright red
where shes living down the street
dopomine dip in the chocolate, swirling with the cream
i watch her dripping off it
knowing what i mean
shes going down, she go down often
new technique and i dont know what to call it
B's for the best
aint no A's
A's for the ass that i get with these grades
girl, your wish is my command
keep wishing
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SPEKTOR Queens, New York
Straight up Vibe Hop, Spektor is a Long Island, Queens residing rapper with a variety of vocal styles from harsh Eminem style horrorcore to more soulful Kanye West types of flow. Producing many of his own tracks and recording mixtapes about beaches, blunts, beauty, why rapping is sweet, and personal angst is what Spektor is all about, yeaaaa ... more
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