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Rhymes Too Funky (Live at The Pointe) feat Dev Rambis & Jaymorg

from Rhythmic American Poetry by Brandon B

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lyrics

Verse One (Brandon B)
At the point south mountain and I’m holding my chalice
Blowing kush that's OG the sculpin’s ballast
Showcasing our talents on the mental improv
You can spit a written but that’s not my job
we stand out at the high school reunion
as the only white fools in the black student union
pina coladas with my boy Steve Biko
carne asada street tacos no pico
I’m at the dive bar you’re at the salad bar
Tech geek Imma delete you’re avatar
I’m cold blooded like rick james bro
if you try to short change on my stage show
I know they aint gonna love me like they love pac
But I will get respect when I rock the spot
Gonna rip it to the universe you know how we do it
And this rap right here has been presented by Buick

Verse Two (Dev Rambis)
Fire up a joint at the point view's breathtaking
100 proof player in the game no spectating
I can wait to get new shoes
land lover livin life like Im on a booze cruise
guess I didnt know the ledge
in a pearl buick regal no L's no reg
went from heartbroke to king of the deep stroke
now every night is a live remake of deep throat
hit the dank spit game when my eyes drop
no gimmicks no pizza hut hi-tops
never run out of drugs at the pharmacy
thats the day I quit rap and start singing r&b
lick a shot at the vocal coach
villain trying to make a living off filling and killing hope
at the point drunk feeling dope
just blessed my city just like the pope

Verse Three (Jaymorg)
Funk master flex on a drunk bastard
get rambis to snap on him after
all of my homies rap thats automatic
the air is aeromatic and the neighbors got static
no electricity, shwag ass canaibis
stuck on the couch like these other sports analysts
lookin at my rear view is not what I adhere to
and keep a little weirdo outta my earlobe
im on a good one when im in the place
might open up the door and spray some beer in your face
its not my house but imma act like I own it
and i brought the paper towels for the mess in the morning
cleaning up sucka mc's with one verse
keep 'em on the bench like a base god curse
coming in first never second or third place
still on earth Im just giving you a taste

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from Rhythmic American Poetry, released March 15, 2018
Produced by Brandon B & Elliott Lanam (The Bootleg Friday)

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