James Brown King Heroin //  Morgantics Remix

Prod. Flying Lotus


Let me tell you something ‘bout the flakes and the fries
Some leprechaun lovers that got blinded in the eyes
By the slides kept on the low tossed in roads for the chips
Sold toads for bricks, lobbed some sticks on the twigs
Construct a teepee from the massive mind’s load, 
Turn rice to gold and set fire to the bold
Hard headed lead seda-dative, 
kids call sivs but never register the gift like messiahs just trying to live
In the human base the mind’s bored so we construct the rhyme folds
That be dirtying sheets faster than your quarter’s fine holds
Blast her with the ghetto hash smasher if the time holds
And don’t you ever let the head’s comparative to find souls
My nose smelt that cone to brimstone, herbals to dust
My nose smelt that scent on your clothes, turning gold to rust
Unjust as just, making me sick with these flops for jokes
Socks for tokes, he who glide smooth like ghost
Can’t touch me, I’m anti-matter, banshee splatter howling for the full moon platter
Ain’t no matter – keep it cool, keep it calm, I’m flowing so I keep it wet check like lip balm, deep in shit psalms
Say hello to the haters howdy doody how you doin, don’t you dislike destruction due to redemption dawned on dueling?
Demons desponded definitely down as clowns dumb dapped on using
So where’s that leave us in regards to all the steps required for boozing?
And I’ll have to admit, those lines you spit are fresh
Are they off the dome? Scribbling poem after poem after heady sesh?
Whatever, toss the dubs up, with deuces to the past
How you like it out the car at 90 on the overpass


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For the gang at Norwin


I was on Norwin, that’s where we kicked it daily
Toking to the roach til we couldn’t see, man it was hazy
The tinder game strong, tho we rarely met the chicks
Hangin with each other just the homies got the fix
I was on Norwin, that’s where I called my home
A broken futon in the living room was my throne
When you called my phone, you knew the booze were flowin
Laughs were being had because the party lights were glowin

We were chillin at the house, just tryna kick it
Hunnies hittin you up but not really you’re just tryna get lit
Just tryna stick it, from the ankles to the elbows
Who ever knew you could find chicks without a cell phone?
Yeah it’s funny and we’d laugh it off at the time
Thinking of stupid shit we did, reminiscing writing rhymes
Spill spillin’ in classic spilliam fashion was pretty rad
Or when he’d yell like bruce wayne “I’m not wearing hockey pads”
Said fuck the fads, we went to the bars but didn’t branch out
Hittin’ up the needs or JP’s, approaching blackout
And I’m not saying I have regrets, quite the opposite in fact
We had the world at our hands and it felt like we were on top of it, that’s that
Whether we were wrestling over some chirp that didn’t quite fly
To discussing big Nah’s worry of just when he might die
“Less thinking, more stupid,” the motto Tom chose to flaunt
While he was in the bathroom we had to pee in the lawn (sorry mom)
We did what we wanted and we wanted what we did
Remember on Halloween weekend when we played dress up like little kids?
Ethan the hippo, Bill the bear, and connie the lion
Me the squirrel, tom the panda, and gorilla Nathan kept us flyin
We went to JP’s to sing in our suits, causing a ruckus and such
Only to find some other jabrone was singing the bad touch
Oh my god, what a travesty, what a problem, what a steal!
So we hopped up on stage and danced along, dropped the mic like no big deal
We were always like wutevz, yolo, swag, swoff, ma gosh!
Hashtaggin’ hashtags for the annoyance of others getting lost
People would ask if it ever bothered us all being loaners
We said have a yut yut, a shore, and then head on down head on over



Norwin

One of the tunes I scrapped from my upcoming beat tape Indian Summer, it just didn't fit the flow of the tape, but I thought it was a solid stand alone tune. Keep an eye out for Indian Summer coming out soon.

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