Mr Crispy - Jam Jarr

You can say hello to Mr. Crispy

I’m the Waykin Bakaman I wake and bake and quickly

I’m here to introduce a dude who’s over 60

Old man’s throat can’t sing from the spliff but he wise

But he doesn’t like the government curse the compromise

And he keep the fire burn, yeah he kind of fireflies

So I’m here to do the smoke it up and improvise

Smoke it up and improvise, smoke it up and improvise

Smoka smoke it up and improvise

(smokasmokasmokasmokasmokaaaaaa)

I’m a cynic oughta put me in a clinicI’m a democratic denigrator any way you

spin itAnd I’m proud / Proud to be as vocal and as loudIn the age of

information in the acid rain cloudLet it drop / hopefully contaminate the

cropOf the generation excess money sex flopA disgrace / Mister Crispy wrinkles

on my faceIf my word is my bond, then I smoke it up and improvise

it up and improvise, smoke it up and improviseSmoka smoke it up and improvise

(smokasmokasmokasmokasmokaaaaaa)

Innovative I’m an integrative native

With an overstated sense of being hated

And a double jointed jaw / I’m the unappointed Minister of Law

I’m a hollow pointed bullet hitting in your pinafore

Smoking hot / Hotter than a shot of dragon snot

I got a tale as long as Camelot, I’m out of camera shot

I’m puffin blaze / Criminal in minimalist ways

I’m an infidel to your subliminal the second wave

No the first / Set the tongue to semi-auto burst

I got an itchy trigger finger and a cursor with a curse

Never joke / Trembling with every word I spoke

All I got to do is improvise let me smoke

can say hello to Mr. CrispyI’m the Waykin Bakaman I wake and bake and

quicklyYou can say hello to SoundproofDrop that beat it’s time to get looseCome

on!