Arigato

作词 : Rejjie Snow/Leroy Hutson/Joe Reaves/Janice Hutson/Michael Hawkins/Onaje Allan Gumbs/Thierry Kronental

作曲 : Rejjie Snow

Arigato

Is there something you could, you could do

I know where I'm from, I got it from a textbook

And negro, the spiritual son, close to my sketchbook

We stepped off the ledge, held hands, what I saw twice

The death saw Black, you see the mamba, my snake bites

This game got played, the profits got splits

But the ashes up in space, look, look the sun's face

It's gonna be a good day up under the elm tree

The crunch got a sweet tooth, snackin' the kid clean

For those still stunned, left a crumb but my nose clеan

My snow too pure and that's my heart when you spеak mean

Baggin' up sweets, and a hunnid ounce, seven mil' for the tricks

Look, look the sun speaks

But look, but look

Arigato

It's a stick up, cartoons lunch dates, the kid's up

You Timbuktu, troops shoot, put your hands up, "Freeze"

They stole all our jewels, grab my sword, up and leave

So last week I shot a rapper, but the manager fleed

He grew strong then he returned and demanded I leave

This rap game on a fidget duck, you crack and you peak (Arigato)

The crusades boots, march in three sixty degrees

The checks never really bigger if they peakin' at feet

My cheap dimples over grace until our [?] is deplete

The stove for the heat, and drama that's free

You get Rockabye, you the Balboa in me, shit

(Arigato)

Badaboom, badabing, just tryna sing

So let me spit it, my spiritual Indigenous, so naughty spit with Aboriginals

The flow is so original, this shit's a ****in' miracle

You the maquette but the flow is too immaculate

I'm still runnin' but the pigs ain't catchin' shit

Slow tippin' and dippin', your caesar salad dippin'

Talkin' with the slang of a villain until I'm coughin' piss

Coughin' piss and I'm munchin' up on a rappers dish

Two gold chains, it's a playground raps, dude

Six gold teeth for some stick and poke tattoos, yeah

What the birds see the villains do

These dudes play happy until I smack 'em with the pedestal

The ultimate decision was to bookie at the seven rebels

And dissect the ins, to level what he made clever of what he made clever

This speech you delete will make you sing

Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling

Preachin' to my mistletoe

Long John Silver and some crook teeth

Crown me like the blackest man dingos

So when she's lickin' off the liquor on my lips

Seven shades blacker, Uncle Genie with the wish

Smugglin' the sentiments to part from the rich

Speak about the ego when you end up in a ditch, snitch

Brownie fudge smudge, muck

Handsome lil' ****er, on the stage, I spit wise

And that's word to my mother, and my sisters and my brothers, brothers

So, ha, I don't know what to say, I'm goin' insane

Up in the membrane, I'm goin' insane, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling, ha

And I'm just, just tryna sing, yeah