Leaving Home Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Tryna' have my cake so I can eat it too
Eagerly I see it's new
Pizza, Little Ceaser read the meter we is speakin', dude
Speakin' through the speakers you can peep me in some sneakers true
Yellow not my color I'm defeatin' you with Pikachu
Brothers my brothers I'm lethal like some greasy food
Cheeseburgers, he murdered people when the tweeters blew
Deep worded heat verdict
Weasel is Knievel dude
Keep burnin' weed Sherman
Greenest of the trees'll do
Eagle with a beak and you
Sneak until you reach the truth
We can get it freaky boo
Me and you bikini whoo
First I gotta sell my shit
Merchandise get rid of it
Certain guys for the prize MAW respect the birth of it
Bought it 'cause they heard of him
Inspired my the words of him
He taught them they're problems
Could amount to them and work for them
Try not to be a jerk for 'em
Probably wanna work for him
Apostle of a gospel that he didn't try to serve to them

[Chorus:]
Leaving home I'll meet my soul
I'll shake it's hand my brain expanded
But I don't wanna go with out you girl
You already know you are my world
I don't wanna go with out you girl
But my brain's expanded

[Verse 2:]
Leaving home to reach my goal
Means being seen as a new person
But my motors going over loading writing in the sand
Blow it open golden tokens rhyming is the scam
Fire light life is bright shinin' on a fan
Time is right climbin' heights Heiney in the hand
China type, ride a bike bounce to the rhythm
Lime of light I ain't signed drought in the system
Pounce and I bit them, sound is the sickness
Proudly I'll trounce all the clowns on my shit list
I don't got a hit list, I got a list of hits
Smilin' 'cause you can't resist
Doubters throwin' hissy fits
Mountains of the written shit
Monuments of dizzy spit
'tention to the principles that brought them in to listen kid

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Yo, I started off young as a dumb little chap
Life got lame so I stumbled into rap
Bumped into Scat
He loved Boom Bap
Flipped my hat back started punishin' these cats
Dream of a rapper
Cream I was after
Beat after beat a machine and the master
Feet on the ladder
Teeth chatterin'
Started puffin reefer made my feelings go that-away
Time's like a Saturday
Writin' like a pad a day
Classic after classic I was practically a factory
Somebody pass the batteries
So I can straight harass a beat
Passin' on the recipe, still ain't cranked a masterpiece
Doggit did it dastardly
Rabid rhythm rapidly
Packin' punches, plastic crunches
Now it's sad I have to leave
Mad is me, a cattle call catastrophe
I'll have it all, after all I have to eat.

[Chorus]

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