Long-Winded - Blahzay Blahzay, Blahzay Blahzay featuring Mental Magician, Verbal Fist, Verbal Hoods

To set shit off

Right

My crew taps a 40

3 crazy niggas leave the murder scene gory

End of story

It’s the Fiss watch me wreck ya

I’ll inject ya

With the funk that you’re listening

Like gymnasts off the high dive board, I be flipping

Bacardi sipping

Deluxe suites at the Ramada

I want my piece of the pie, the whole enchilada

That’s why I gotta

Put these cannons to your back

I’m taking Gucci links down to your girl’s bra strap

You wanna see the secret formula but ain’t no peeking

Cause my rhymes be slamming like shorties on the weekend

You think I’m Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya

You’re just an asshole trying to creep on the creeper

and sleepers

Remove that ass off the map

I’m sick like chicks who still bone with the claps

But none of that

Beedie free on the mic

Hitting hard like drunk drivers on the turnpike

To mental scholars

I’m leaving medullas dented

Schooling children

Arithmetic coming

Like lines of longitude before you fags meet your ending

I’m…

«Long winded but I don’t need my respiratory

To bless my story you got nothing for me»

Dangerous

To niggas with a 12″ or album

Through verbal intercourse give mind an orgasm

Sir or ma’dam

Can’t ignore me just adore me

Cause once I’m hired you might get fired lacking timing

Fed me

I gets deadly and creep silent

Stay with the leaf

Uh huh and the choco bliss

Clear your sinus with the finest Primatene Mist

Acknowledge this

On vinyl bring apocalypse

Dig ya grave like an anthropologist

Exoticness

You’ll only find in my rehearsals

Swollen heads full of hot air, heads will burst a verse you

Prerecorded

Get battered and assaulted

Making rappers wish they moms had they ass aborted

You sound good on tape, but live your vocals sound distorted

My unproper gram' is used to gain glamour

No propagandas

Hide my niggas ankle hammers

Those who oppose

Assholes get lit like jack o lanterns

Psychokinetic

Get burned by mental thought patterns

And that’s a warning

To any crew fulfilling legacies

Coming in my zones is a tight squeeze like two full pregnancies

From here to Venus

You fags can’t see me with a Zenith

Shaking sets, stomping through like a behemoth

Niggas showing

In this battle they tip toeing

You’ll find me floating

Dropping weight like a Samoan

Talking loud like you earn stripes we never heard of ya

We’ll murder ya

Watch your crew fold like lawn furniture

Express the gift

Stimulated from the spliff

Move your town like when the continental plates shift

Vocab professor

Wack MC agressor

Got you open

Like the drawers on your dresser

Busting shots

Trying to hold down your block

That’s when I release the 3000

Ya sleep of the warlock

Oh my God oh my gollie

Guess who’s rocking Poly-

Gram, goddamn we taking off like twin cam

Scram, mess with fam and I’ll trample ya

Ya mom’s got to Pamper ya

Then you get robbed for your sampler

Disc, cause I be brisk like Octob'

Shock the globe

Ya Glock explode cause you was nervous

Not purpose, lay the verdict be

Try to bury me

You be, done something terribly

We can war in the streets or in the mezzane'

The best will fall, like my name was Desiree

Boss you get squashed oh my gosh

Thinking every line ain’t divine

You out your rabbit ass mind

Plus, I never rush the lead single with the plan

Screaming on chickens for using my beeper as a scam

I plan my vocal making rappers antisocial in a hurry

So all that tongue twisting don’t make me worried

I’m…