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Lyrical Genii (feat. Phrinko) Video (MV)






Bubby - Lyrical Genii (feat. Phrinko) Lyrics




Aye
You know, lyrical genius
Genii
We the lyrical genii baby, haha
Bubby and Phrinko, you know what's good

Killer with the notepad
We gon' have to go back
To my place
I'm like damn this chick be so bad
Curtains, we finna close that
Makin sure the door latched
Clothes, she wanna un-robe that
I'm like a ghost, I float past
Activity paranormal
Immortal, no
We don't play it formal
Runnin back and forth
I pack a corpse
And grab a torch
The gasoline, I lay it on em
I hit the smoke they say they want some
Got some body's I gotta chop up
Demon come around: helicopter
Tellin me I'm on a
New path
Livin, my brain where the tomb at
Up in the sky with a blue past
Blues, where the clue at
New where the move at
Huffin up a glue cap

You know he killed the verse, no secret
Gotta keep up with his shit
All skill can't teach it (teach what)
We the two stars in the classroom
We skip a lecture to smoke in the bathroom
But he'll always have me beat, he's rapping so catchy
And grabbing people that are latching on this shit like
They haven't seen anything like this before
You get my points, like I'm graphing? I hope
Your laughing now
It works like jobs
Where staffers are happy (bah)
How he gonna go rap a verse so smooth with a rough voice (grrrr)
Ooh, he a tough boy
Ima big fan call me Stan, where's your plush toy
I'd buy that shit right now
Cash flows up
Choi pond like a river
What a stretch for the rhyme
That's why I rap w Phrink, the mufuka teaches in time
He gon go ape shit on em, call em bananas
Red blood on the beat roll tide like the 'bama
Cause 'bama is the best whether you like it not
And lyrically I keep up, I know I'm stirring the pot
And I know Phrinko might know more than I do
But that just means he knows how hard I work and
That I'm stuck in this cycle

Aye
They wanna come around us
Around us
We comin' from the ground up
The ground up

Earthquake flow
Shaking up the crowd with a say so
A lot'll come around if u offer up a pay, so
Stay home
Beat'll whip around like tornado
Lazy got the flame tho
Come in like a flamethrow
Hit em with the range I ain't staying in my lane, bro
Phrink be the name I ain't gunning for the fame, no
I sit back and lay low
Overdrive
Poltergeist
Hold me down I'm over skies
I know it in my soul that Im infinite I'll never die Whole 'nother level
Ima Roll w the rebels
On the road there some devils
Gotta face em or you'll never die
BuBBy go fast
They all love me to death
I be running from death
We all runnin from death

Everything means less, but
Everything is a test, so
How can I pass?

There's people who been such bitch to me
Wanna forget but it's sketched in my history
All of the memories fresh like it's Listerine
When will they go away that shits a mystery
Feelings are blistering, my heart is colder than ever
It's colder than an ice, I'm not talking bout weather
But whether or not we get caught while we're scheming
We are who we are and we plan to keep bein'

It's a free world
It's a free world
It's a free world (free what, free what)
It's a free world

Free world? Yeah
I call pish-posh on it
Struggle to stay still
My mind criss crossed bout it
Be whatcha wanna be when you look for an idol
Don't repeat no shit, don't get stuck in a cycle
Round and round the world it tumbles down
Below where no one knows, it's frozen over (woah)
I'm back on my serious shit
No delirious shit
I'm not too high too rap anymore
Woah, I'm takin a breather
(Pause)
I'm warm like a heater
But I wanna heat up more, and speed up my rap flow
Next four I'll pop off like O.O.F did
When I had no friends
(Watch this)
Phrinko won't freak out, when the pressure is on us
No exposin' nothin its how we be, not one scandal has caught us
But you got me moving with caution like I'm cheating in Boston
I could ever be named Chris
(Why's that?)
Cause I'm never crossin'
Any friends, no I'll be here till death
No deposition, but I'm bein' direct
Can't flex any checks
I don't got that shit yet
But I'll bet we'll get bet on
With the standards we met (bah)
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Aye
You know, lyrical genius
Genii
We the lyrical genii baby, haha
Bubby and Phrinko, you know what's good

Killer with the notepad
We gon' have to go back
To my place
I'm like damn this chick be so bad
Curtains, we finna close that
Makin sure the door latched
Clothes, she wanna un-robe that
I'm like a ghost, I float past
Activity paranormal
Immortal, no
We don't play it formal
Runnin back and forth
I pack a corpse
And grab a torch
The gasoline, I lay it on em
I hit the smoke they say they want some
Got some body's I gotta chop up
Demon come around: helicopter
Tellin me I'm on a
New path
Livin, my brain where the tomb at
Up in the sky with a blue past
Blues, where the clue at
New where the move at
Huffin up a glue cap

You know he killed the verse, no secret
Gotta keep up with his shit
All skill can't teach it (teach what)
We the two stars in the classroom
We skip a lecture to smoke in the bathroom
But he'll always have me beat, he's rapping so catchy
And grabbing people that are latching on this shit like
They haven't seen anything like this before
You get my points, like I'm graphing? I hope
Your laughing now
It works like jobs
Where staffers are happy (bah)
How he gonna go rap a verse so smooth with a rough voice (grrrr)
Ooh, he a tough boy
Ima big fan call me Stan, where's your plush toy
I'd buy that shit right now
Cash flows up
Choi pond like a river
What a stretch for the rhyme
That's why I rap w Phrink, the mufuka teaches in time
He gon go ape shit on em, call em bananas
Red blood on the beat roll tide like the 'bama
Cause 'bama is the best whether you like it not
And lyrically I keep up, I know I'm stirring the pot
And I know Phrinko might know more than I do
But that just means he knows how hard I work and
That I'm stuck in this cycle

Aye
They wanna come around us
Around us
We comin' from the ground up
The ground up

Earthquake flow
Shaking up the crowd with a say so
A lot'll come around if u offer up a pay, so
Stay home
Beat'll whip around like tornado
Lazy got the flame tho
Come in like a flamethrow
Hit em with the range I ain't staying in my lane, bro
Phrink be the name I ain't gunning for the fame, no
I sit back and lay low
Overdrive
Poltergeist
Hold me down I'm over skies
I know it in my soul that Im infinite I'll never die Whole 'nother level
Ima Roll w the rebels
On the road there some devils
Gotta face em or you'll never die
BuBBy go fast
They all love me to death
I be running from death
We all runnin from death

Everything means less, but
Everything is a test, so
How can I pass?

There's people who been such bitch to me
Wanna forget but it's sketched in my history
All of the memories fresh like it's Listerine
When will they go away that shits a mystery
Feelings are blistering, my heart is colder than ever
It's colder than an ice, I'm not talking bout weather
But whether or not we get caught while we're scheming
We are who we are and we plan to keep bein'

It's a free world
It's a free world
It's a free world (free what, free what)
It's a free world

Free world? Yeah
I call pish-posh on it
Struggle to stay still
My mind criss crossed bout it
Be whatcha wanna be when you look for an idol
Don't repeat no shit, don't get stuck in a cycle
Round and round the world it tumbles down
Below where no one knows, it's frozen over (woah)
I'm back on my serious shit
No delirious shit
I'm not too high too rap anymore
Woah, I'm takin a breather
(Pause)
I'm warm like a heater
But I wanna heat up more, and speed up my rap flow
Next four I'll pop off like O.O.F did
When I had no friends
(Watch this)
Phrinko won't freak out, when the pressure is on us
No exposin' nothin its how we be, not one scandal has caught us
But you got me moving with caution like I'm cheating in Boston
I could ever be named Chris
(Why's that?)
Cause I'm never crossin'
Any friends, no I'll be here till death
No deposition, but I'm bein' direct
Can't flex any checks
I don't got that shit yet
But I'll bet we'll get bet on
With the standards we met (bah)
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Writer: Robert Brooks, Ryan Kaltman
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