i was sick but had to record this song - MONDAY BARS 3

For this Monday Bars I wrote lyrics for a boom bap type beat. I got sick Thursday night and was sick all throughout the weekend, so the vocals aren't as good as they could potentially have been, but I think they sound alright regardless. I guess the beat was too ill I got sick 🤒🤧

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Lyrics:

{CHORUS}
I’m that Buddha, Buddha
But Imma shoota, shoota
World keep spinning round like hoola hoopa
Throwin’ shade like a lunar moona,
Day to noon to night, I hear hoopla, hoopla, Imma do it to ya
{HOOK}
No bones to pick just hittin’ humor
You grown but stick spittin’ junior
Short orange bitch Oompa Loompa
Got beef, I can tell, but she smell like tuna- AHH

On my hakuna matata
Cuz I’m walkin’ with a Pumbaa in pocket
You a puma with a little Timon, and loose picanha
Gotta hurt worse with all the rumors about ya’s
Stickin’ in ya head like a tumor, malignant call ya mama

I’m big papa, king, you bring nada
No bling, but my palm marked martyr- stigmata
Lynchin’ my competition like they part pinata
Put ‘em under fire, I got a much hotter sauna
Spit like llama, in pajamas, no coma could end me my flow comma

I got trauma my brain bleed through my teeth
I hear percussion gets concussive shit stops me from sleep
I got voices in my head like a schizophrenic
These noises a disease, to me cryptogenic
Always hypnagogic from the hypnogenic visions, I listen hypnotic no logic transfix my limbic
No ownership, ain’t Distro Kiddin’, I spit it, though no quittin’, I live it, it’s a given
I control myself you know what my condition is

{CHORUS}
I’m that Buddha, Buddha
But Imma shoota, shoota
World keep spinning round like hoola hoopa
Throwin’ shade like a lunar moona,
Day to noon to night, I hear hoopla, hoopla, Imma do it to ya
{HOOK}
Loser keep needin’ that belt looser
Probably help if you lose the FUPA
I’m a music hero, the points mute, freeze the beat got my goin’ Frozone
Where my supa suit- AHH

Dishin’ out Swiss just for shits, not makin’ Gouda
Fish ‘n chips hittin’, you lookin’ British with the tooth huh
Clean rhymes like I’m hittin’ with a loofah
FINISH HIM, fittin’ to finish it, split him chain gone through ya
You’re lazy, and ugly, and jack it all the time
You’re a goonie I’m a rap goona, grab it like it’s mine
You a Looney Tuna, so I’m huntin’ rabbits all the time,
I ain’t askin’ for the grass, I ain’t passin’ up my time
Hatchet, murder jacket, lookin’ like Grimes
Catch it, got you leakin’ like your gasket outta line

Only fools envy, my drools deadly, shit that comes to mind would lobotomize plenty
Voices pool, fuels, about to lose it, the levy loosens, my constitution gets me through it, despite scraping pennies
Either thoughts of suicide or talking some shit
Headaches split the difference every time I listen
Thoughts go miles a minute why I’m so distant
Fuck a limit, I never slow my speed stays consistent

{CHORUS}
I’m that Buddha, Buddha
But Imma shoota, shoota
World keep spinning round like hoola hoopa
Throwin’ shade like a lunar moona,
Day to noon to night, I hear hoopla, hoopla, Imma do it to ya
{HOOK}
You have sex with one girl but in a group uh
You’re with the crew last one in the cue uh
I’m readin’ texts pullin’ up to her complex
With your ex you only sexted doin’ Kama Sutraaaaa

I’m a gallon you’re a scoop, primitive soup to ya
I’m a galleon you’re a sloop, I couldn’t stoop it to ya
What I sip at minimum is Holy at least, in a drunken stupor,
My cash got a whole lotta yeast, you sunken sooner

I got gravitas y’all talkin’ like galaxy gassers
Trash talk ‘bout the white boy, that’s bastard blather
Ain’t half as good all y’all ancestors are better factors
I’m bad for making jokes but call me trailer trash cracker
Startin’ to make patterns, randoms blast rappin’,
Get back spin for yappin’ that’s pay back words

Why everything gotta be about race with you
Even an actor playin’ an alien race is black face to you
People see it black white got no gray matter
Hate from extreme on both ends, I stay flattered

Not uptight but I keep my posture
Break my back for rap still called an impostor
Always killin’ but wanna compost for my food
I’m a rapper but I keep my composer, you know who

{CHORUS}
I’m that Buddha, Buddha
But Imma shoota, shoota
World keep spinning round like hoola hoopa
Throwin’ shade like a lunar moona,
Day to noon to night, I hear hoopla, hoopla, Imma do it to ya
I’m that Buddha, Buddha
But Imma shoota, shoota
World keep spinning round like hoola hoopa
Throwin’ shade like a lunar moona,
Day to noon to night, I hear hoopla, hoopla, Imma do it to ya

Just did it ya