Machete Songtext
von EARTHGANG

My Granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off in that sofa
So chillin′ in the cut,
That's just how I grew up,
My Granddaddy kept machete
Tucked off in that sofa
So chillin′ in the cut,
That's just how I grew up,
Talm 'bout,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah,
Whateva,
(Uh, huh)
Talm ′bout,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah,
Whateva,
Man I swear foe God,


Man I shit you not,
I done lived two lives on earth before,
Second time I died,
Got a word from God like,
′Doc can you do one more',
And I told him,
′Third time's the charm′,
Who am I to argue with God?,
Who are you to argue with me for letting the bees come out of the prophet?,
I'm a loopy type of nigga,
If she′s pregnant get her wet 'til she deliver,
Heat the skillet,
Cook placenta,
Call that dinner,
Don't that make you wanna lick ya fingers?,
Don′t that make you wanna grab a female,
Put her knees into her chest and by her ankles while she take it?,
I′m crackin' up at your face ′cause you recognize the shit that I say is over your head,
It's over you head,
What else can say?,
I′m under you bed,
I'm a monster,
Guess that why niggas sleepin′ on us,
'Cause walkin' on water just ain′t enough,
And your kind is sus-pect to me,
I don′t trust the shit that you making up,
Well shit, Let me put it like dis (× 3)
I'm what you get if Lauryn Hill slipped up and let Juvenile hit,
And then they crazy asses let Angela Davis babysit,
So raise them kids,
Quit complaining bitch if you mad then change some shit,
We keep it colder than the boldest bitch′s nipples, Skinny dippin', unforgiven by so many men that wish that 50 cent them,
Talm ′bout "how is he still shittin'? Thought by now he would be empty.",
All this power in my system,
Only 5 percent gone get this,
My Granddaddy kept machete Tucked off in that sofa,
So chillin in the cut,
That′s just how I grew up,
My Granddaddy kept machete Tucked off in that sofa So chillin' in the cut,
That's just how I grew up,
My Granddaddy kept machete Tucked off in that sofa So chillin′ in the cut,
That′s just how I grew up,
Talm 'bout,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah,
Whateva
(Uh, huh)
Talm ′ bout,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah,
Whateva
I'm just a nigga from the hood like the rest of y′all,
Bless us Paul in the midst of praying,
We just playing for an Ester Palm,
Smoke a little grass to calm,
Crack that book open to Psalms,
Crack a nigga head if it converse,
And hope he make it home,
No this not a gangsta song,
I don't really know about that life,
And if they askin′ questions,
Tell them I don't really know about that right,
See this could be my blessing on the same day as my last night,
But I swear I fuckin' lived it,
You can put that on my past life,
I say he say hold ya head up
′Til it′s light as a feather,
I ain't nah I ain′t gone in there,
I ain't nah I ain′t gone let up,
See I'm positive he punish