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HK Holiday

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by	Mana Junkie
Featuring	highknowledge
length	3:22
BPM	85
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It’s a HK Holiday
[Lazarus Zillah:]

Every dog has his day, and every whore gets plagued,
I guess I’ll be barking when my fuckin flesh burn away,
Today I woke up kinda buzzed from this Holiday,
40 ounce, bounce fuckin bitches like Sasha Grey,

A classic HK joint in the back spinnin,
A nigga grinnin, drinkin poison like adrenaline,
X’s in my eyes, green lust in my ex’s eyes,
Demons to work out, hope this weed help ‘em exercise,

If not, I hope Racine still got them rosaries,
Saying Hail Mary’s while I’m smashin’ bloody mary’s,
Unfortunately, my strong leg ain’t righteous piety,
So I stand I stand on my weak limb, pass the Seagram’s,

Inhale that shit like it’s oxygen that I breathe in,
See souls in ciphers, and eat through ‘em,
Drunk, can’t speak fluid, with a headache like a tumor,
The HK Holiday, someone’s gotta do it

[Racine Cipher:]

I’m feelin a jazzy vibe in the booth, my oh my,
A hundred proof liquor fire got me feeling fly,
I’m fixin’ to touch the sky, shades always on my eyes,
Nights in haze and days without sunrise,

That’s a HK Holiday, it’s the way we celebrate,
Bring the Hennessy, and leave the drama at the gate, cuz,
You don’t want it with us, you fuss, but we bust,
You cuss, but we snuff first, back off, don’t kill my buzz,

I’m a wild party animal, check my manual,
From Paris, New York to Senegal, I seen it all did it all,
Did her against the wall in the hall in the park in fall,
Fall back the car seat in the parking lot at the mall,

I ball harder than all of y’all like first draft pick overall,
Call me Lebron of hip-hop, nigga I’m grippin my ball,
Then I layback still leanback without a Maybach,
Yo, This ain’t Joe crack, but my game stays fat

[Eddiebingo:]

It’s the HK Holiday, welcome to the ritual,
When cash is pinnacle, we make it habitual,
Drink and smoke enough to lock up your ventricles,
We been fly since ‘82, elementary school,

It’s when we’re chillin’ like the 30 packs jammed
in the back of the fridge - ladies, have some zinfandel,
We might just be up for days, condoms by the case,
Pack your Tampax, in case you got your menstrual,

You’re in the midst of a coalition of tacticians,
with ammunition, summon apparitions like Wiccans,
Sometimes our ghosts come back to haunt us,
When people wrong us, we crucify like Pilate Pontius,

There the pigs go, the neighbors don’t like us,
It’s 10 below, we’re outside with cold ciphers,
At 4 in the morning, ain’t no time for yawning,
We just carry on till the breaka breaka dawn, yeah!