Off Herb Songtext
von Guilty Simpson

Simpson, aye
Coast to cost?
I′m sure I'ma splash mic, crash over boats, capsized and rap-tized
Deep water, baptized, witness I′m getting chastised
Like years, rap is my bid, I'm servin'
Even weirdos callin′ me a unique person, uh
Got ′em like I preach sermons
Spreadin' that good word off herb

I′m from the hood, off curb
Crosswords, I turn you into soft serve
Nose job on the Mossberg
Callin' MJ, put more men to sleep than Kim K
The Kim Bae, yeah, I block shots
Johnny walkin′ red on the rocks bumpin' hip-hop
Studs in the ziplock, was in the mud for the big knot
Paper chaser, never was a bathing aper


No, guerilla fashion, just guerilla tactics
Tough talking, we want your address
You didn′t mean it, you played how you practiced
Square biz, uh, piece the air six
One love, we in it for the dub
Tough talking get you smacked in the club
Fuck how it is, I'm cut from how it was
Simpson

Yeah, yo, chain smoke, wax face to stream portrait
Silver aces face down the drain carpet
St. Paul pit, slave chain stain, they swing awkward
Off earth for heists that's never seen

No fiend could ever close shave my triple beam
I′m dead inside, dead poet society sizzling
Arista sipping scream, clips dipped in kerosene
To be fair, my fare more than the Coliseum

I think college and bright shade was our dreams
Hourly scenes in my mind sit on higher beams
Moreover, I dance with the corpus
Get full with the pit bulls, lock hands with the owners

Stonewall, my modern share cry "bonus"
The flair shot meant omens
Straight from the Westside, poets focused
I′m at home in, cement blocks will go woven
Follow the program


Oh No
The black Thor, I drop hammers
Gallagher pop the Glock grammar
A big gift a nigga drop Santa
Stop the pamper, laugh and we be laughing after
Flash like the top of the Canon camera

For when we pose like a mannequin
I'm from the dark side to hold that metal globe like a mannequin
I paint the canvas, got ′em panicking
Ran up any spot like where the cash again
Like a rabbit to a cabbage bin

Repeat offensive, I beat 'em senseless
Subtract the sucker off the senseless
Period, end the sentence
I help ′em meet they finish, y'all get the minutes
I have the knuckles all imprinted, knockin′ off your fit

Black out your vision, stop out your hearin'
We're violent Tennessee′s, I try to remain calm
Before I hoke up our enemies, nigga
You think you′re ten of me, nigga
And speakin' out of line, I had to do the slide out
Like it was hammer time
No

Yeah
What up, Guilt?
Man by his door
Let′s get 'em