Lyrics
Blummer - 20 Thou
i manipulate your mind, take it up another level
part opponents like the Red Sea, savage like a devil
upon these beats, never ever to decrease
the splendid style that son be spittin' so wild
to the ears of every child, and every adult
i stay dedicated, leader of my musical cult
with many songs to be felt beneath my belt
hotter than lava, enough to make the Milky Way melt
visualize my verbs, repeat my rhymes
memorize the multiples that i be spittin' every time
so deliciously divine, this is how i unwind
Cristal? nah, i'll take an instrumental with lime
and get trashed off the music, that's how i do it
ride around in a Buick, write a rap just to prove it
the buddha style rhyme flow, kinda like a merry-go
round, round, round, spin the tables and i'm down
(chorus)
aiyo, fam, how you like me now?
i got a style well worth over 20 thou
you never thought i'd come this far, but you know, you're wrong
i'm stronger, faster, you're still findin' your tones
rockin' beats all right, 'till the end of the night
'till the stars pass out at the dawn's first light
changin' every day, but i'm still one-of-a-kind
confident, not cocky, yo, i'm back on my grind
exquisitely enabled to destruct a turntable
these raps are solid, the opposite of unstable
i'm so sick i could make a song in ones and zeros
binary gettin' your clothes off like Gym Class Heroes
so don't try the test, you'll end up like the rest
a bunch of dropouts, that makes me Kanyeeze West
on fire like kerosene, these bars are basic
stadium status, you can't replace or deface it
make a move, get your groove, all through this song
slap me on your stereo, i won't do you no wrong
biters step up, but then they can't stand to see this
drop a single, wait a month, i'll murder the remix
unsigned hype i is, whackness i dismiss
no fat, no calories, this is musical fitness
you're the student, i'm old school nirvana
hi-hats and hand-claps instead of gats and the ganja
(chorus)
i got a bunch of "will nots" written down on a list
will not boast about jewels or the stash on my wrist
will not bust out drivel, front and then swivel
won't swagger like a thug, arrogant and mad smug
i'm gonna rap something real, something with real appeal
y'all know the deal, make melodies ya brain can feel
'cause cats talk a lotta BRRAAT BRRAAT on a track
then in person be like "damn, i didn't mean that"
i'm in another arena, i plunge in headfirst
jack up an MP3, the downloads disperse
flip the headphones on, be free of the lies
this style of mine cannot be categorized
a little hip-hop, some soul, rock and roll
but lots of class to leave you beggin' for more
all genres, all flows, it's a powerful show
JB's in the house, act like you know
(chorus) x2
