Mazin Hazin lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, starting off hype, striking a passer-by
Wait, let me do a smarter rhyme
Thought I was a roadman for a hot sec-
For one sec I thought I was about that Rambo life
Mans back racking up bangers like a gram of the white
Mans skipping over the track properly, natural light
I bet the sickest rapper in yo' capital might
Slap me in the back of the head while i'm havin' a pint
Cause everybody knows you couldn't handle my rhymes
An' retalliatin', makin' mandibles and clavicles collide
I Swear it's amicable, the way I keep it casually polite
I swear it's aggravating that they still wanna aggy up the vibe
I get the vibe though
Still they want to aggy up the vibe
Still, I got a strategy tonight
See, i'm surrounded by gangsters
Like a barrier for that sh*te
No! No! No!
To the cemetery!
Which sounds scary on the telly
With a Ben and Jerry
Got me thinking f*ck it, I should do whatever necessary
To be legendary its a deli, it was something heavy
Something must have kids that tied a puppy to a whip
And spred the whip up off a cliff and on the pedal of a brick
Big Boom!
Tight. swear down!
It was a big boom, it was a huge boom!
An' it was a big boom
I don't know nothing bout sh*t tunes...
I write big bars with my big crew
You write likkle bars, in your likkle studes
With your likkle mates, that can't mix a tune!
Sort it out 'cause all this is poo!
I ain't interested in what you didn't do...
I ain't into this, I need different news...
Marry rap?
I do
Beat grime?
Might do
Might just go 3rd base with trap, and I might take dance for a Thai food
Might just holla at reggae and jazz, just once in a while for a hug (not a spin)
Rap wouldn't like that, plus it's the truth that rap know jazz from when I was a 'yoot', but
These man can't test my gang, or test my crew, oh please we make them freeze, rewind and do not repeat
You should compute that you cannot compete
You should decipher that you not the guy
When i'm older and wiser and obviously brighter
Man get it twist like an orange or lime
In a vodka or cider my squad in the fire
[Chorus]
Man's waving
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in
I swear man's wavin'
I got amazin' haze in
Like a typical Jamaican i swear man's blazin'
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in
Man's waving
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in
I swear man's wavin'
I got amazin' haze in
Like a typical Jamaican i swear man's blazin'
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in

[Verse 2]
Smackin the riff-raff for duckin' out, buzzin' out
Buzzin' round the back of the bar, backin' a couple o' stout
Back in the zone, back in the game, I ain't backin' out!
Bad with the pen, bad with the pad, man, I'm back about!
Lookin' bad, strappin' a slag, draggin' a fag about
Greezy! What are you chattin' about! Faggot. Allow
C'mon then, standing around makin' a man a raff
Causin' a kerfuffle, a troublemaker, I'ma muck about
Feelin' if I can't address it I'm f*ckin' drowned
I'm in a predicament n*gga spinning a riddim on my f*ckin' sound
I'm on the track shutting it down, lovin' the crowd buzzin' round and round
With them chattin' 'bout the f*ckin' style that I be givin for killin' the riddim I'm a "preditah"
Lyrically levels of our competitors I'm setting a
Pace with the serve like Federer could never deliver
'N combination with the breddas with a level of intelligence, im like;
Stop it
I got too much bars in the pocket
I got too much bars in the glove compartment
I got too much bars in c*ckpit
I tell a man straight, oh Kiddi K
Back in the day I would have broke your silly face
In a load of different ways, don't pity play wit the O woah, Kiddy K
'cause i'll switch from a yoot' then back to a roar!
I cook salmon, and if my cerrebellum is evidence im ahead of the rest
Yeah, I tell a breddah "g-g-k-g-k-get it together"
Don't ever try come tell 'em, "maybe get better?"
Woah! I be the head! I'm top of the sector
This insane street got me coppin' the nectar
Walk to the shops calm but i'm obviously stressed
"God bless! Wiz, sticky gs" then it's on to the next one
I'm like - plan. 'Cause I got my chiefs on the move
Coppin' a lot of sweets im fiendin' for juice
Poppin' the spot and then poppin' out, thievin' for food
Priority's property that is easily chewed
I'm a pace setting, rhymey and mind reading, bad-man
Up and in the flat, with a gram of the 'Afghan'
Max Payne, slo-mo, loco, I grab man
Magnet, so the coke flow from the CAT scan
Get it?
Me, I just get it
Don't need gimmick, get cas: no credit!
Drop bars in o'ten - you ain't never seen it...
Two thousand and fifteen you only just get it
Nah I don't need to get it. I already got it
Me, I got too much bars in the pocket
Me, i got too much bars in the glove compartment
Too much bars in c*ckpit
I tell a man straight, im feelin growl like
Chewbacca move blud, quick on the track like
Schumacher do laps, sick on the track like
Radcliffe: "Who's that?" "Bandits, bandits!"
Back what I do chat
Wraps when i'm on though, in a condo, spittin on slow beats at a fast pace
You dont wanna run against me; that's last place!
In the race, i'm in first place at a cars pace!
Im a break wind you can smell how the fart taste
Ah wait- that's a bait bar. Now I'm irate!
Irate...
Rack! "That's "I, rate, I, rate"
Peeps that clock that's all about mind state!
That's why they doublin' doublin'
Why the money be doublin'
Yes doublin' doublin' doublin' doublin'
(doublin' doublin', pow.)
[Chorus]
Man's waving
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in
I swear man's wavin'
I got amazin' haze in
Like a typical Jamaican i swear man's blazin'
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in
Man's waving
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in
I swear man's wavin'
I got amazin' haze in
Like a typical Jamaican i swear man's blazin'
I got amazin' haze in
I got amazin' haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazin' haze in