Mammoth - Chester Watson, Kent Loon

Fucking mammoth, the crew is steady jamming

Repping agnostic buddhist, chucking?

claiming Janice

Prancing all over beats just like your boy was still a dancer

Sipping poison is the answer, gorgeous oysters in the sea

We get em faded like we faded then they open for the team

Comme always whip the caddie, never chauffeur to the beach

Or for a beach, my niggas get it like we hoarders of the cheese

And the rats are in the pack, these in the coys that’s in the streams

We them bonzai cats kill 'em on sight

Team full of bronze eyes trapped in a small light

Looking like a Prong-sized frat cause we all fly

Get it how you live it but you living like some small fry

Different color bitches and they wish I fuck em all night

Knowing I ain’t with it, I just hit it then I call Mike

I’m a black magician, ask ?, it’s a small prize

From the?

figment, im’ma bridge it, it’s as vivid as the archives

Way the flow is switching, leave em cross-eyed

I’m back to back with all my issues, either cackling or in dispute

Where the action?

Shooting missles at my past, hope it blows up

Making beats, always know it’s gas when we rolling

Chief and pass that’s the notion, hitting ass near the ocean like

Niggas ain’t know we mega class and we Kosher

Write, blast, it get doper, rip wax with the vultures

Chilling like some villains and we practice the culture

And no jewelry, that’s no exaggeration

See I barely be sporting the ring I copped from graduation

But that’s just me being prophetic again

With the mind too philosophical, scoff and lecture at women

Apostle of the riddles, he’s a living sarcophagus

Veteran of the opposite, within leather, swing hockey sticks

Sketching a better picture of yester and probably frolic with

Hannah Montana cause she’s as hot as a leaky sauna vent

It’s a mystery, gold chain, watch, live in misery

Zombies of the night, 10 K, that was history

Leaves these critics slippery, this chivalry a victory

Writing fighting history, my enemies, they into me

Cause he hotter than the sun

Guess my heart was born cold, so it’s nothing that out done

If this kid’ll get killed, bitch who living by the gun?

She just rather buy pills and maybe have a little fun

Dark, corrupted little mind

Catch me in my prime, like I’m Kobe throwing rolling dimes

Hit up?

on the keys

Spitting rhyme, committing crime

She ain’t thinking wine and dine, cause all the time we 69

But it’s fine

I guess you talking my language

Nu Age Syndicate, worldwide we dangerous

?

got that heat

The sprayer really got no patience

Leave you nameless

Not a word, talking stalking like we famous

But I’m with it if you with it

Whipping, flipping in the kitchen, from Colombia so I get it

Man this life is so addicting

Choosing shooting with no pity

Always gotta rep the city even though it’s fucking filthy

Raised in the bay

Not really time to play

We just blow a pound of haze and write some scriptures for the way

She be drinking with no chaser, and I’m just trying to change my ways

My mind tripping, I’m slipping, it’s like I’m living in debate