Contact High

Текст песни Shyan Selah - Contact High

I sound off, shoot a round off
Dropping more weight than a fat dude trying to shave a pound off
You fuckers sound soft, watch your birds bounce off
Leave 'em with them dudes blazing and smoking an ounce off
A heavy hitter, you little critters could never get with us
You get the jitters and wither away from venom spitters
I'm ready to smoke up, lok up all day
You want the life and keep going at it the wrong way
I got a playmate, homie but hey wait
Vacate the stage 'cause your flow is a day late
I flip styles, you flip burgers
I'm in the middle of a merger committing lyrical murder
You never heard of me, that's a fucking absurdity
I'm turning up the heat, you're screaming to stop hurting me
I got my heater pointed right where it oughta be
My 4-5th about to give you a lobotomy

That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal
That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal

And the flow pattern is dope, I got a story to tell
When life ain't going so well, I got to show 'em n tell
The lost son of Jerrell is here to awaken the vibe
Light up the sky, we got to survive dead or alive
The memory's now the enemy since Biggie's Ready to Die
The energy is a mystery, niggas got fear in their eyes
Crying over the times, penalized by the rhymes
They want it to kill us but the illest niggas will rise
I empathize with the thugs, my eyes on the prize
When you get it, get the image and grind nigga, grind
My mind's like a machine, my soul is the AI
I hustle 'til I scream, my dream will be realized
I'm only here to collide with anybody that I
Feel is in the way, so everyday I'm seeing the shine
And I don't play but everyday I pray that we all ride
So let's raise our chin n blow smoke to the sky

That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal
That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal

And I was born from the struggle, descendant of civil rights
Middle child of the five, Henry boys we live
Get it boy, that's the vibe, the OGs they got me
Hating niggas can't stop me, I'm wicked, I'm cocky
Probably not the one anyone would challenge
My balance off balance, my talent, my style is
Wild, I'm God's child, a hundred miles of running
It's the wild wild west, yeah baby we coming
We gunning down the game to give it a new name
Erase away the pain, envision a new day
When everyone would say ya boy is massively great
Mash like Cassius Clay, mixed with Marvin Gaye
I'm a runaway slave rockin' first edition J's
My mission is, nigga listen to the saga of the brave
Time to raise grandmama out the grave
Recognize we got to fly, signing off — Shy, let's pray

That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal
That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal

That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal
That's what's up, let's be real
Time to sit back, relax n chill
Roll up a blunt, bang Cypress Hill
Light up cigars, Let the gods reveal