Olga (1984)

作曲 : Dirty dike/Rejjie Snow/James Walton/Alex Anyaegbunam

(phone rings)

What were you sayin'?

Nah, nah, I’ve just been chillin' man

Yeah I’m in my room a-and I wrote this song about you

It’s kinda – man, It’s kinda -,

Dunno, we just had some good times and I just had to spit all my thoughts on the page, you know

Yeah, I miss that big booty of yours though

Yeah man, lemme rap it to you real quick tho

Lemme know what you’re sayin'

Sipping guinness'es, chillin' on the moon

Her name is ****ing Luna, I'm the looney to the tune

Kissing on her neck, because she's georgues

Flirting with her momma, 'cus her ass is so enormous

The sweet endeavour and -, she's bordering - on clever

Suffocated with that bullshit, bullshit acapella

I mean mastucated, chewing on her pen

Spill the cereal, and smuggle magic

Mushrooms for the *** (for the ***)

I shed a tear with a beer

Limitations of the imitated, speak with no fear

Crack the bottle of the henny, spilling pennys

Cheers for the years, hate to see you leave, and don't blame it on the beers

Over rated, emancipated by pissy fits

Smoochy and salubrious, bedazzled by his ****ing lips

So bedazzled as he babbled out a weird slang

Speaking like a muffin as he muffled out the kid's name

I'll unplug and I'll move like a ****ing slug

And this flow with smother your ears so I’m breaking them earplugs

And them cables getting distorted, I’m certain to unplug

Disposables and dug, can never wet that ****ing bed cus' daddy was a thug

Uncles that he never had 'cus crack over love

Beds full of bugs, bed bugs I'm a sucker for the drugs

But on the rag, moany as my grandad

While you was playing PlaySation, she was out in Baghdad

I'm done spitting I'm never preaching I'm sitting

And she's licking on my body yeah she's mimicking a kitten

But I'm hear to ****ing conquer, predicaments of mayans

And I'm crying to my self esteem, is heaven gonna prosper?

I built this city raw like I was chewing on a Stanley Blade

Evade with the hope cru**********ng the city on a renegade

And stomping on his tippy toes and running til the priest say

Our only lord and saviour was a nigga

Jerusalem was Africa until they came and pillaged

Picking out the beauty in the queens

Taking all the kings, tying them in chains

Taking all my money, and making me a slave

I bear witness to this testament of grief

Chronologies and bullshittologies cus' everything is blea

God's always telling me to contemplate and concentrate

And illustrate my inner hate

Simile's that asimulate

Commiserate upon the misery of getting cream

Flirting with the queen, oops I mean Eve

Cause She was always nagging bout' an apple in a tree

Imagine if the bible said Adam, not Eve

But Steve, would Sunday be the most important day of the week?

And I like them girls raw, always bordering a freak

And I like my steaks bloody raw, leaking on the meat

And them black b*****s twerking on my pee pee for a tweet

And a pig with a severed head, hanging by his feet

Like a negro, back in 1923

But the spades in my daggers, stabbing apples from my tree

And don't blame it on the beers, but cheers

All I wanna do is shed a tear

And don't blame it on the beers, but cheers

All I wanna do is shed a tear

And don't blame it on the beers

All I wanna do is shed a tear

And don't blame it on the beers, but cheers

All I wanna do is shed a tear