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The power’s out, and I smell sauerkraut
why you so confused, bro? carry on usual
do something, you know, make yourself useful
cats blowing up my phone, stay off the Dudesicle.
the chick I brought home last night saw it in the light and said it looked like a huge missile.
this is the part where I should shout my girl out
it’s just rapper talk baby, don’t take it too literal
the lawyer of rap, and my hours all billable
the Beatles of rap, taking over like Liverpool
you left yourself open to ridicule
now we smacking yall with the towel like this was school
this is cool, somebody find a hipster
Grazzhoppa threw us the beat, quite a pitcher
big Malkovich, I paint quite a picture
like a penthouse suite with an island vista.

the sixth song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
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Instrumental originally released on Dibia$e & P.U.D.G.E.‘s All City Series 10″ vinyl.

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the fourth song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.

also on HAZE DIARIES VOLUME 3 by GOTHAM GREEN & QUICKIE MART. featuring Planet Asia | Freddie Gibbs | El Prez | Tunji | Jes Hudak | gothamgreen.wordpress.com

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Wanna marry me, better have that thousand G dowry
I show up to the altar with my shirt all flowery
my best man strapped with his nose all floury
better tell ‘em bout me G
—
In the winter I’m a winner
in the summer I’m a stunner
fall and I’ma spring on your spot, governor
chasing chips is cold as London
yall fish for them chips, I’m going for lump sums
conundrums, best laid plans come undone
the wind blows in and death becomes them
my uncle washed my mouth out, I was used to crumbs
fresh kicks and guest list, guess it’s juice to some
—
my work ethic’s ethnic, keep the threads silky
bread filthy, all for the family
throw a few Gs overseas
I got some farmland in Turkey that keeps my mama’s back furry
—
Malky, holla at me
bills get stacky and I get dollar-happy
Big Brother come knocking, watch me get all Iraqi
in the foreign account go all the Os
and the loose bills in my daughter’s clothes
keep the door closed
through the ages my life been through various stages
now times are serious so it’s about the papers.

the third song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
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Most definite, we the most def
and it’s a matter of time before you m*&$erf^&*ers get with it
don’t worry bout the click, don’t talk about the click
our name don’t sound right coming out your lips
you say the shit clumsy
my name Malkovich, associate my name with big money
I like my kicks drummy, I like my chicks chunky
or slim and bumpy, perfect for the rumpy pumpy
elbow on the bar, the wood feel good
downing this beer like a f$%^ing cold meal
Beatnuts hooked the beat up
the kind of interlude you figured dudes would have rapped on but never catched on
here, catch the bomb, what happened to your arms
it’s BLX, we’re the storm before the calm
I perform a song, make you wanna call your mom
and tell her how you wasted your life, oh my god
you start crying, she knows the deal and starts lying
on the speakerphone, had the whole crew dying.

the second song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
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Ayatollah Presley, yeah that’s me
thought I told ya, where’s ya memory
try to focus, let this be the last time I gotta tell ya ass in history
violas play on my entry
sold out the Hollywood Bowl, had to roll with Wembley
play me in the stadium, people wave and shout
flapping their extremities and yelling obscenities
Ayatollah Presley, highroller, Beverly Hills
steady deals keep my bills heverly
compliments to the chef, the meal was heavenly
a little too much dill but still real cherry
call me Your Majesty, the new king of rap
gave Eric B the presidency
MY SECURITY IS JOE PESCI, SO DON’T TEST ME.

Me and David Niven drinking Blue Ribbon
somewhere offa New Zealand, got a new shipment
that’s that truth serum
a man starts talking when he gets a few in him
and that shit right there’ll eat through denim
just back from Egypt, me and Hussein working on them new pyramids
bumping my joint sunrise to sunrise
the shit that cause loose ligaments and tooth filaments
the greatest? worn out, you gotta use synonyms
engaging, make the mundane seem amazing
BLX 2010, we taking everything
Goodfellas plane heist, that’s my favorite scene
be easy, this block is all Eighteens
riding slow, radio bumping “Maybellene”
Valley to the barrio, Cali to the Calliope
L.A. to Louisiana, yall cats know.

Someone tell Pharrell to put the sneakers down, the art pieces down
stop beating round the bush and go make me some beats now
tell the other dude to come too, you know, Hugo
heard he’s running the show far as tracks go
either way, fucking with yall’s a great forum
plus I kill beats better than the dudes that paid for ‘em
cats wanna pay me no mind, that’s great for ‘em
it’s Malky, only so many ways to ignore him
I’ve seen this before man, you’re a bit boring
every time I see this scene I’m fast-forwarding
peace to my home team, doing mad forwarding
just let me get on, dog, and we all win
Johnny Doe from Amsterdam, peace
Suzuki Kaioh, what up Torry, slide me them beats
A. Presley, smelling like D&G
and I grind so hard it’s like there’s fucking three of me.

the first song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
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s’been a long Time coming ain’t it
had to happen some time man
it’s all a circle, it’s way overdue
I’ma speak in your language
and if you still need it translated, rewind it back’s the best I can do

Flight from Iran, bags carry-on
customs just waves me through, carry on
rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb

yo Kanye, shoot some beats my way
been in the game a minute, it’s time I got paid
on behalf of my crew – boma-ye
the fight just started, that’s what I say
people in Cali still trippin on prop 8
and Israel still got that Gaza blockade
they just hit Turkey in a pre-dawn raid
and America’s on its way out like Pompeii
into all this steps first name Elvis
walking straight offa your island like Ellis
apellate courts upheld it so I’m bailing
like a criminal evading Principal Belding
I ain’t pushing pallets – I ain’t pushing pellets
I’m pushing everything I got to get legit
we ain’t kids – and we got brains, shit
gotta be a better way to play this
gotta be a better way to make chips
without ending up in jail or making your brain sick
two hells I don’t want no parts of
in a country in some bullshit I wasn’t a cause of
my American dream ain’t far off, I can taste it
cats died to get here, I won’t waste it
yall fucked our country up
so now we on a permanent vacation and don’t need no invitation

Flight from Iran, bags carry-on
customs just waves me through, carry on
rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb

and fuck yall for even asking for explanations
circular conversations, I lose patience
oil’s worth more than water, ask BP
worth more than blood, ask the ex-VP
more than anything, ask George W.B.
the shit is like WB, so cue the dancing frog
but the frog is dead, floating in the Gulf
so don’t play dumb, it’s a fucking insult
now what happen when everything we had is yours
we grab the oars, row boats, land on your shores
all good, it’s the rules of war
but yall hicks picked a hell of a time to get sore
now yall wanna hide behind law
can’t hide behind guns no more, that’s what the camera’s for
Youtube, a round of applause
for giving you crooked motherfuckers pause

Flight from Iran, bags carry-on
customs just waves me through, carry on
rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb.

FAST-FORWARD TO 1H 7MINS INTO THE MIX. It’s the first joint in his hip-hop set (toot toot). Off VOICE‘s new album N.O.L.A. DARLING which you can cop at fifty100.com/voice. Grazz Hoppa on the beat. Much love to Voicey for squeezing me on the album, and a lil liquor on the sidewalk for the guy who kinda sorta got killed on her lawn the day we knocked this one out.

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in accordance with ordinance one, move the audience
I run rap like Mr Norton, the warden
piss him off and it’s problems
a portion of proceeds are going to the orphans
the rest to every liquor store in walking distance
like Hull’s, for instance.. well it ain’t walking distance but same difference
I wrote this one on the porch in New Orleans
someone got shot on the lawn the same morning
people asking is he alive, we ain’t sure
but my boy swore he saw a paramedic straight yawning
day goes by, the street ain’t even cordoned
kids are straight bored in the house, staying cautious
got me nervous in the front room, one boom’s all it takes, gats like that go straight through the walls
in an hour the rain’s pouring like God’s upstairs playing the organ, the blood in my veins coarsing
got me brainstorming on all this chaos and it’s exhausting, every thought trails off
and that’s quite enough of that, another track, another shot of Jack
I zone out and now it’s day four in this mthrfck
ok, one more I’m in. here’s to you, cheers.. N.O.L.A. darling.