BDK expresses feelings of irritation concerning female chastity, being doubted, and those who hold positions of authority, all while smoking a bowl to a west coast banger.
lyrics
Spoken: Okay. Why dont you break that shit up. Ay yo put it in the grinder. Alright now get it in the bowl. You got it?
Fuck, wait, cut!
Hold up these introductions need to smoke a bit to function.
A fork stuck in the road, a cold and bitter junction.
So wait for these instructions, break a tip a nugget.
Take a sip a liquor, and I'm playin' with seduction.
Flash a little ass honey, slap ya in the pants,
Got ya hands around the shaft til I'm ta the point of fuckin.
Pack us up some plant and then get ready for the thrustin'
Slash her with the dance until I'm ready for eruption.
Ya little munchkin. Wow, just one guy?
Nice punchline Ms. Sunshine, now go out get drunk, fine.
Hands off the spunks mine. Cut ties in a crunk rhyme.
Buzz off you cunt, bye. Suck dry those schmuck guys.
No way I'm quittin, I'm addicted to the livin'
If you listen to the fiction missin' sounds that I am spittin'.
Move around and you can feel em'? High and loungin' til I'm chillin',
Fire rounds of ammunition. I astound until I kill them.
No one does it quite like I can. They can't do it quite like I can.
No one does it quite like I can. They can't do it quite like I can.
BDK is gonna shoot. Gonna bag a little loot
Gonna instigate a war but I'm takin' no recruits.
The borders and the shore buddy lock your fuckin' door.
You can't escape the truth about to educate the youth.
Cuz patiently I waited just to make it up the ranks.
Now I'm handin' out the damage cuz I'm stranded in the loop.
So they brand me an animal like Hannibal the Cannibal.
But damn it though I'm radical, collab n' get the scoop.
At times I told lies and rolled dice and smoked vines
and got high in my mind just believin' I could fly.
Know why? No, why? Cuz I need this shit to rhyme.
My lines are so inspired they be leadin' you to crime.
No joke guys! I'll be the greatest of my time.
If you chokin' on my weed then this debate is on my side.
I'm flowin' til I thrive. Like a fro that's on the rise.
If disco doesn't die. I'll Bee a Gee to stay alive.
Chorus
Ya see the villains and the creeps are pretty imbisillic sheep.
Insignia the media that's lyin' to the heaps.
I don't mind 'em anymore, our lives are very short.
Headlines are tellin stories but I'm master of the fort.
I'm keeper of the words, you heard, I'm smokin' herb.
Flip those middle fingers up if you have lived this and you've learned.
We burn. We believe the world has more than just the hurls
Many more we haven't seen we know our minds are filled with pearls.
So go lift up your glass if you've been smokin' grass.
Pack up another bowl and then we light it, hit it, pass
I get smashed, blasted, toked another ration.
Dro out in the lab and then throw down what I've imagined.
I'm lyrical. Here I'll go dissin' and dismissin'
any bitches that spittin' that I ain't fit I'm never quittin'.
I'll be scribblin' revisions until the summits where I'm sittin'.
I'm livin' my mission will never plummet. I'll be winnin'.
Chorus
credits
from Mandatory Quarantine,
released April 21, 2012
Benjamin David Kerns, Patricia Seeton
Beat by Sinima Beats
Killer West Coast hip-hop entirely produced by Georgia Anne Muldrow, with features from E-40, Del the Funky Homosapien & more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
