"Here with a dilemma / a dip with an umbrella out my cellar / let her in quick, the medicine scent, whatever.
I'm clever on some accapella shit, that's my main strength/ but never been too bad, as well, at this gettin' brains thing.
I like the lights dim / not the type to fight Jim / and bent like psych, to hit the bed and strike skins.
Right then the phone ringin' but left it / blowing in the night like the west wind crescent.
My preference is a heavy snare / yes, instead of some soft shit, got a sweaty pair of breath mints.
The stars be glowing / we spark weed, holdin' hands and a cold beer be the cardio and stamina.
Top physical condition when I'm kissin' / Switchin' my footwork, I cook birds, chicken!
She took off my cardigan, she told me start again / I'm gettin' more bad bitches than Mad Martigan!
With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes / I rock no-brand sandals.
I'm dealing with fans, you're dealing with man-holes / It's romance - and more porn than Sancho.
I never snuff lights / Havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right?
Touch ice, but my blood warm / snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk, it's a fuck-storm!
And some more couldn't hurt / Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for her skirt, yikes! But I Wanna just get done nicely - and yo, girl, your shirt's what entice me!
YO, I'MA DO IT LIKE THIS! ASK IF YOU LOVE IT SO, IF SO IT'S ON... AND BOO, IF YOU LOVE HIS FLOW, IT'S GOLDEN, YO IT'S ALL GOOD, WHAT YOU RUNNIN' UNDER THE HOOD?
I heard it through the grapevine / word's groupie's got the eyes on the crew, incite to get attached loosely at the waistline.
Booty makes my day, yo / the bassline boogie nights got to groove crazy with them cutie-pies.
Seventies shit / you bet me, I will never be rich, I need to get me a celebrity bitch
This kid can't afford Hennessy, but switch many more cheap 40's than you weak whores will ever sip.
And rap effortless / Blessed with a certain effervescence, the better beef-curtain spreader specialist.
Specifics, Yo, don't get it twist / Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice.
Tryin' to get to paradise / No asparagus, just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridans.
Solid gold providence / In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hos.
And all of this / A life of pantyhose, expansive heights, patios and random fights.
Yo my boys got cameos / dance in the rain with phantoms, all happy like we back again!
I could never end it better than the last LP / So take a picture actually, let the image help me.
Remember when it fade like a dream / and I pass my name, and dash off, yo, to rap with demons.
YO, I'MA DO IT LIKE THIS! ASK IF YOU LOVE IT SO, IF SO IT'S ON... AND BOO, IF YOU LOVE HIS FLOW, IT'S GOLDEN, YO IT'S ALL GOOD, WHAT YOU RUNNIN' UNDER THE HOOD?"
~Under The Hood by:Specifics~
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The belief in the Law of "Specifics"
Basically it is like Murphy's law: If it can go wrong, it will.
Specifically because you want this to happen, the God of specifics will make the complete opposite to happen.
You are waiting for your bus which is never late. Never has been. But this time you left your wallet back at the house, you decide to get it and when you do, you find you have 6 minutes till the bus comes. As you walk back to the bus stop you see your bus leaving. Specifically because the one time you get your wallet and expect the bus to come on time, it doesn't. This is the law of specifics
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