Chinamen

[Verse 1: Chester Watson] Gangrene, I'm slumped and I can't see shit Rolling up the ganja, the crew is a slant lean Medusas and camps team fit (Shrooms and a doob) Mix it and proceed to hallucinate, Lucifer playing Wii-Fit With a wide stance and a lance, think I'm just tripping off the Sounds of psy-trance in my pants pronounced Dickies Not showing you really want it, I'm taking your shit (Give me that!) We open the shutters with no piggy back Rough, raspy with flows that's buck nasty Just last week hit a dip with plump ass cheeks Creep dissing but you do not step upon the lad's sneaks No refunds, nigga, you chose this stuff actually [Hook: Chester Watson] Roll up, nigga, cause I'm trying to get high as fuck [8x] [Verse 2: Chester Watson] Smoke in front of customers, get 'em accustomed to it Lush, fluent in the language of philosophy Dangerous like popping 360s in some soccer cleats He with it, only living for the days where I sway like the rocking beams Grades up, got a J tucked in the pocket tee See, all of these niggas praise us, watch them jock the steeze I'm in a daze counting broccoli Before you ship projects, make sure the crate is stamped Polynesia [Verse 3: Comme] Yes, it is I, the accomplice of the samurai Sick flows, hoes, and weed, and still camera-shy And we throw in bananas when them hammers fly Learn to use my grammar with my manners so I will be fine Later on, please don't hit my line if you isn't trying I got work, less than what it's worth, please respect the grind Decapitating lines, capture all the minds Could give 'em all of the science, but they still committing crimes We rookies to the game, testing waters Be on this local shit, but still I'm trying to take it farther ?, plugged in with his Asian father Kanisono in Japan whipping base, he make it harder Your team full of bench players, we a bunch of starters And Nick will dunk on your players regardless, we fucking heartless Threw Monty a alley, he lost it, he fucking lost it Been stuck in this hideous process, I can't be processed But no one got belief in me, I see the tree Should I take the fruit or should I leave? Is it the key? Bitch, I'm high as hell and moving keys, that's by the kilo Man with delivery, come spin with me Me and Watson got that killer beat, Ms. Hilary Take a trip into your memory and you will see I ain't lying I'm done trying, producer named Psymun All these rappers got a mouth but when they see us stay silent K-Breeze stay styling, we ain't scared of violence, this shit Timeless, hotter than saunas with prima donnas and your highness The way I'm grinding, you would think I wrote the finest Nu Age taking off, and that's a promise, in the future, you won't find us [Hook]