Styles of Beyond ☆ Journey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PL15DxpG90I

Are you ready for this skit? Okay, here we go

It’s a classic nigga, it’s a classic
It’s a classic nigga, it’s the classic
Sit in a circle, puff on some purple
And then watch my comrades crack, yeah that
I’m just high smoking, in slow motion
Sit in a circle, puff on some purple
And then watch my comrades crack, yeah that

One session, worthy of the hall of fame
When we mash it, we try to elevate the game
Came from where the bloodstains don’t make it to the street drains
Only way to maintain is to blow loud in campaign
No pain, no gain, these niggas are, I use the roof
My niggas the pay masters real fuck keeping them alloy
Jewels and riches for the kings, with the best bars
I am not alien, I just drive a space car
Inside aroma like medicinal journey counting loud pack
Yeah you came hotter with them bounty kernes
See you smoke dizza, members of my hippy crew
Dom, Stalin, Capone and my nigga Nipsey too
Or our festival, when SAS hit the stage
Fresh group of pair of boutique when we defecate
Indoor hella Kinley, fumigate the place
Then stack select some shit that gonna last beyond the day

Pale face, pocket full of pot, fuck a jail case
Ginger ale and gin inhale, I let your head spin
Niggas talking never begin
With they jaw jet, like they put rap on they back , that’s a tat nigga
Frostbit, counterfeit, false shit
Forfeit, not cool in your own git, a force fit
I rap for the less fortunate , they end up bosses
Knowing how to learn from the losses
Jack boyz that do a rich man autie
Tax inspectors, IRS, cash collectors
I lay back and burn a bag of woods just to relax
Been drinking all day from Inglewood to east Brooklyn
Static selektah I tell them good looking
2 or 3 in the air, was the blonde haired beer
Drinkin’ buffers with the boobies who suck and then make movies?
Maybe while I buff that new uzzi, dizzle

Master craftsman, veteran shit, whoever’s asking
The flow is colder than snow, in the Aspen
Boulder than Colorado, the DJ’s listening to the models
I just listen to music and pop bottles
Standing on the sofas, I rap like I got silver dollars
And my penny loap is not a skinny poser
Megastar, bitch I’m cool like double R
I just gotta stay out of trouble so I could ball before
Back in the day there was a time I wanted chandeliers on my neck
But nowadays I just command the respect
So if the star wars I’m Bobo Fat
Bulletproof fibreglass like a classic Corvette
John Wayne kept need to stay rain in the tech
Max Payne, we the rap version of Megadeath , mixed with you sir
Parkins that McDale guy is breaking the boards
For the people who the fuck you think we making this for, nigga?