Put It On

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*shit man. I don't know what the fuck we just listen to, but that was some bullshit. Luckely I got the new Paperboys tape. You know what this is? I don't even know what it's called, but man, it's funky fresh in the flesh. Live and effect on your radio, this is Jimmy Jupiter, check out Paperboys!* (Vinni) I hit the docks and I'm sure Senses locked with all ma stocks on the floor I'm on the benches What I'm watching is pure "Still the tension" I've got lots in me to cure Though these toxins got me boxing with doors On top of chords I drop it for you and yours "And tell'em" I cant stop I'm too bored I wanna swap the shoe-store for something better Stressing to get ma act together But I know that ma cap fits Ain't changing ma tactics I'm gaining so that's it Blessing rapshit With masterminded I adapt quick Immaculate theories Another track to put me back in the series Keep it cracking bout to happen Ya hear me? Fuckers acting like I'm barely rapping Knowing it's so fat that it's scary You see it clearly? It's sincerely yours Vincent Vagabond Feel the calm before the storm Mr. Prince of Babylon Batter stepping on Addict Magistrate is getting warm I let'em have a savage with his weapon drawn Refreng: So come on we put it on y'all Were gon ball so holla when vagabond calls Ya know We get involved Were grabbing it all We got it on Put it on y'all Eh yo When vagabond calls holla back Follow the bottles and solid tracks Like that Is just so happens were suckers for lust Rapping like it's nothing to us And Steady puffing ain't gon fucking adjust We've had enough of trust Building muscle like some hustlers Enterprise Energize Want ma sentiments? Just let antennas rise Send'em high Look up in the sky I know the world is crooked Full of documented lies but I've been advised And then besides We ain't old yet I want a Rolex I wanna roll for the gold we gotta go get And though it's slow Yo that's so sweat coz I can grow checks I've got effects fully digital but low tech See we're originals, yet hoes slept But now they're on a campaign And I don't wanna listen That's a damn shame Coz we're advanced in this mans game It's good to be free Ain't that something Shit it's good to be me I hit the trees thinking could it be Tryin to move some footage for fees And steady scheming till were put at ease Ref: I like a ceiling with fans It's evident I'm not a militant man Benevolence inside a diligent plan Gaining kilograms And though I'm spilling I feel the will at hand Hey man I'm chilling I build a tan on beaches that are filled with fam And ma grill in tha sand A Miller-can Still i think for minute Still with the symptoms of a infinite cynic Another drink and I'm finished I let it all go I'm thinkin that the problems can't be solved So I hustle for a Volvo But is only me? or are we all slow You don't need your morse-code To see the flaws in their courseload Supports law Kids grow with a brain But they never use'em Guess we gotta train'em for revolution Imposing change like it's heavens blueprint Another rebel movement Proving none of ma fellas is stupid Coz all it is is fucking music So get it right I like the credit but were headed for a better life