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call o' da wild - clouds of smoke كلمات الأغنية

i manifest the ‘erbs essence
when my life starts stressin me out and i see no way
but i got hope like bob, in fact i keep tracks
and i packs in stacks for you new jacks
i’m buildin with the gods on some vibin
and now everyday i’m vibin, then i get l!cked bag of trick to l!ck the d-ck
see i know ways around complicated matters
roll up in the ghetto on the island of manhatten
see, though my ci-lo maintainin with the dread
rock the flat top until the [sh-t] went dead
i’m known for my sk!lls, all my technique’s coast
i wreck rhymes systematic, i’m a turntable addict
but still i put it down to timin to the rap
representin harlem, mother[f-cker] where you at?
cos i got a bag and i gotta blunt
if you livin the life of da call o’ da wild, mother[f-cker] whatcha want?

chorus (x4):

my head’s in a cloud of smoke
when i choke upon the lye, air-high
(we flow eye-to-eye)

i’m on cloud 9, i keeps about a quarter pound of gunja
oh i wonder, if i
could have a mega blunt session with my homeys, no question
the neighbourhood goon sewn like i’m from an -?a’s boon coon?-
feed the feelin, the [sh-t] smarter
hittin up your daughter, slaughter styles
the best way, chico, me and mico
that’s my ese, be gettin lye on a day-to-day
basis, i still find traces of hash in my back sack
black, a matter o’ fact
i need a shotgun, shotgun crush to my head
my eyes are swell, we’re gettin bread, what the h-ll these?
smooth stone is the way of the walk
i rather be [f-cked] up then outlined in chalk
i stalk the streets of new york like a bandit
i landed a deal with some homeys from the hill
on the real, i represent harlem, new york
that small talk, kid i told you that [sh-t] walk
they’re jealous, you know you can’t [f-ck] around fellas
you be sloshin like epmd (you know i’m housin)

chorus (x4)

so mellow out and sit back, relax
and listen to a track dedicated to the backs
8 black, wit phatness possessed, yes!
the shooby-doo with the e’s puffin the bags that buddha blessed
i like to utilise my scar mental
that’s my fundamental, so check the dread-headed individual
from the sidewalks, where the basehead walks
and the hoes won’t talk unless you’re large in new york
so can it be that i am just a y-o-g
from the -?p-o-l-o the d-r-e-o-u-n-d?-, baby
gets crazy, hectic, so check my method

chorus (x4)

- call o da wild

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