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Panama Red - Super Chron Flight Brothers
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Panama Red - Super Chron Flight Brothers
[Billy Woods]
Luther was crazy
Late asshole got us posted on 108th for 2 hours feeling like bait
Mad vexed 'til he pulled up in the Lex
Gun metal grey and passed Edge away like -
"What can I say, all good things take time and this thing right here is great."
Done deal, fly in the weed game like Uday and Qusay
Break the vacuum seal, green as limes with no shake
I got blurry off of 'bout a dime, smells like pudei
Massamon curry, initial reaction: "He wasn't lying, better re-up in a hurry"
(I'm talking today!)
Bugged as Super Furry Animals pulling little Lisa Slurry
Kinder than good Samaritans, touche my good man
I need more of them thangs before that New York Times hits the newsstand
Black Robert Goulet, lean back
It's an easy sell, the bag got one hell of a bouquet
Electric kool-aid with hits of vanilla, mad shine
I've a dime a dealer, Eastwood, praise the passionate
Around Williams, contact you catching like Jodi Foster
Panic room for neophytes
I ain't make the roster but not one of these goons could hold me off the dribble
Ganja off the griddle
Cautionary tales of metropolitan mobsters murked by suburban dirtweed peons
Fix he a riddle right?
Jinxing em like Sports Illustrated cover with Rob Dibble
Oh my darling, got two thousand watts in that cubbard brother
The head bleeds triples and skittles
Fiddle faddle caramel vittles
And that's clean Christian living
Cousin im catching crazy visions from the Flaming Moe
Me and Edge trade verses all night
Barack empo, Gil Scott, Nat King Cole, let it snow
Bing Crosby on ice, high on ice
Kiliminjaro dro glow under lights
Forced the embargo by moonlight
When we came back the same night Lex was like
"I told you it was flight!" (x4)
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