Breakfast Poetry at Café Swizz
- story THE FADER
It’s morning, snitches. In anticipation of one of our favorite people ever’s new album, we are counting down the 12 days to One Man Band Man with a morningly celebration of that album’s poetry. Day Two sweetens your coffee with “It’s Me, Snitches” after the jump.
It’s me snitches . . .
Hey
Come on
Sometimes . . .
Uh huh Yes
Chillin in my Beamer
Listening to “Ether”
Bumping through the speakers
Know I got the heaters
Rock and don’t stop I get that rock and don’t stop
I’m banging them beats
You know I like the head bops
Stop
Freeze
You know who it is
It’s Me Snitches
Smoke good, eat good
Drink good, — good
Coming to the club stuntin like you should
My —- on fire
I don’t need no gasolina
I’m coming through your block with the new two seater
Ring the alarm man
Call me the sand man
When I drop beats I’m the one man band man
Cash rules everything around me
Cream, get the money
Dollar, dollar bills ya’ll
Freeze
You know who it is
It’s Me Snitches
Vida loco
Flying through popo
See me in that four door
That Bentley sporto
Benzolito my endzsolito
You front
I’mma , I’mma shoot that ass like a free throw
Sniffin that oh ya
Tryin to be sosa
Tryin to act tough when you’re soft like ——
I ain’t gotta shoot ya
I, I can just choke ya
You’re trying to make paper acts
I can just show ya
Freeze
You know who it is
It’s Me Snitches
It’s
It’s
It’s
It’s
It’s me snitches
It’s
It’s
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me snitches
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- posted on Aug 6, 2007 in MUSIC
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