Power Nap, by Sleepy K

Power Nap

by Sleepy K

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1.	Mr. Right (feat. Jkenny) 03:28	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 Listen up I’m ill, literally sick of no skill/ MCs dressing the mic up with frills/ Last time I checked, I had negative bills/ Still chilling and delivering authentic thrills/ Tell your sister I’m Mr Right/ Is she down to be my girlfriend, mistress, wife/ I can lead a distressing life/ If I don’t pop my pills in the morning light/ Abnormally writing and recording/ Doing damage with the axe, imitating Lizzie Borden/ I can only trust that I’ll rip it on the mic/ Little peep of Sleepy K’s way to live life/ I got bboy blood, so a bboy beat/ Makes me break and whip out the salsa feet/ Cross body lead, then I’m up in your face/ I’m dancing all over the bass, get it cracking now/ Verse 2 I got a demon off my back/ I hope that one day he comes back/ So he can help me write another track/ I’m stuck here running laps in time/ To keep myself under wraps when I rap this rhyme/ Fuck I need some esophagus/ Without the bottle from last night, affecting all my promises/ See I’m an old pro on the court, a real casanova of the sport/ Whom I’m kidding I’m a kid without a vision/ Living every lonely second on the wrong side of a prism/ Pristine flow flow that can kill em/ Hopefully collaterally damage the part of me that’s timid/ Maybe I’m too damn sensitive/ Or I don’t have the wiring to make sense of this/ Vivid dreams when you chasing me around/ Wonder why I don’t get any sleep now/ Verse 3 I took a month off sipping hot sauce/ To put it on the track like a boss/ Shock my chakra back into a line/ Up and down my spine, I’m twisting all the time/ I never took a minute just to look within and see what type of man is starting to emerge/ Now I’m on the verge, of finding proof of the truth that sleepy belongs in the booth/ Fuck them other dudes if they think I need a woman just to be masculine/ Man I’m doing fine/ Going to work, going bezerk, put my flow in the dirt and make it muddy til it hurts/ 700 days since I stepped on the stage/ That’s part of me locked in a cage/ I just wanna rage with a bit of pomade/ And blow every single one of your brains until you get what you paid for/ Fuck it nobody’s buying the tape/ Don’t even listen to this song cuz it’s not that great/ I would stop if I could, but the boom bap bass/ Brings me back like a defib would/ Wrote about my vices, whether I’m nice/ And how I like to dance and doubt/ Am I Mr Right? Man well I don’t know/ I’mma keep keeping on with the show, Sleepy/
2.	Caffiend 03:19	lyrics	buy track
Ready set, ah just go/ I’m coming in like the king of the globe/ Dry clean pristine with a little bit of bboy to rock the scene and/ Atm fee gonna be the death of me/ Money clip getting thin keep the liquor flowing free/ I’m often off, get up my cloud, I’m on another level and I never burned one down/ Some shroud from the apfelwein that I sip/ Homebrew boi but the buzz legit/ I’m a grown man, I don’t spit game/ Looking for a smart woman to be kissang, hah/ It’s kind of tough, when you’re hip-hop to the bone/ and every single girl you take home/ Is not on the same page, and baby girl has got mad brain/ Too bad I got a mad brain too need to talk about different kinda things than you/ If I wanna get enough of that good stuff to keep my cortex fed and my wit well stocked/ I teeter totter with hotties with bodies who vacant/ Or doctor doctorate women who don’t understand me spitting/ And If it’s a man’s world, I gotta find out who/ Be be friend me a Jay Gatsby crew/ Ah fuck it I’m busy, I’ll just rock crowds til I’m finished being dope/ I need to wake myself up/ G-g-g-get smooth, like every one of my moves/ Nobody working hard as me/ When I burn I burn big to the third degree/ The degree that I copped absurdity/ Honor and cold iron, certainly/ Techie gonna wreck it on the record/ Rigor mortis setting in before I’m even done recording/ Need a little bit of head up in the morning/ Better not be boring cuz I’m coming in with the glide, pouring it on thick/ Look tough with the fisticuff that I caught/ Spendthrift cop everything to cough it up/ I’d say choke on this dick/ Then you’d all think I’m sick/ Fuck that I like to go heavy/ I’m ready to fend off every/ Bit of pleasure that I ever woulda thought of giving you/ Take it to another level til you burn 100 proof/ Then we gonna drop the match, and flame off the cuffs/ And claim everything that we have been building up/ Change up the flow just like the stroke to keep you guessing/ Sleepy K is in the fucking building baby/ Sleepy Rap with gusto/ If you want me to rush though/ Back out with the pack out/ Getting black out bow down/ Downtown go to pound now/ Simple to meeting hot women, often awesome/ Sybil is being freaky with a change a costume/ On that note I should leave/ I probably got a place to be, Sleepy/ I’m jacked up on Caffeind!/ Go left, go right/ Go spazz out like I’m holding my own windpipe/ And I can’t let the grip die down so I need to keep squeezing/ Til I stop breathing long enough to pass out from the feeling/ Fuck it when I’m feeling like I’m falling apart from the inside out/ Heart going thump thump thump/ Pumping my blood, shaking my hands, caffeind caffeind caffeind caffeind/ Sleepy K needs sleepy time tea/
3.	I'm Sleepy (feat. Ugly As Sin) 03:36	lyrics	buy track
I’m killing em, hashtag killing em/ Murdering the rhythm got me feeling like villain/ Okayyyyyyyyy show me what you’re working with/ Okayyyyyyyyy let me fix it up a bit/ Sleepy K fresher than ever, hand covered in leather/ I’m already ready to weather whatever/ Fuck everything, fuck fuck everything/ Fuck your diamonds and your cars and your wedding rings/ I don't need em, I don't believe em/ I’m just a long lost heathen looking for a reason and a meaning/ If you got it man tell me/ Or at least scream loud that you feel me, check it/ Sleepy K just woke up, that’s what’s cracking/ Too late with the camera to catch the action/ Bounce with the rhythm of the keys right now/ Nap time is over so open your mouth/ Who you like to fuck with?/ Say Sleepy, Sleepy/ Who get it hype as fuck kid?/ Sleepy, Sleepy/ Who keep the jam going live as hell?/ Say Sleepy, Sleepy/ How do I feel when I’m done for real?/ I said Sleepy, Sleepy/ Oh yeah/ Sleepy K is a pro man/ I like it when you down on both hands, god damn/ I can do that too if it gets you going/ Cro magnon my brain too big/ No dick pun, but I could make one yah dig?/ Tools of the trade with you fools on parade/ Sleepy K is in his hayday fuck getting paid/ I make money from my iron ring/ I drop bars like a bard cuz I’m born to sing/ I go hard on the stage cuz you’re so boring/ When your whack show doesn’t energize a thing/ Meditate on the daily/ Don’t run until my feet start failing/ Doing me like only I can/ Sleepy K is the man and you heard it here first/
4.	WAAAter 02:50	lyrics	buy track
Tan skin, with that honey brown/ The frown you wearing is perilous to your merits/ A lot of girls want to make love when up in Paris/ I don’t speak that language often, frankly I’m too embarrassed/ Thank you kindly kind lady, I’m finding that I’m the best line Is quite shady, cruel jest at the best of times/ Cross the yester line, burn frost in the midst of summertime/ Lasange help the throat, I’ve been yelling at the top of mine/ Topping off conflagrate your real estate/ Self irridate no suitable ground is ready, fit to cultivate/ Brawl, take the bait, fall, big mistake, don’t even crawl/ Just levitate to the precipice/ Pressing like it’s festivus/ Half the puzzle pieces placed, figure out the rest of it/ Cardiac arresting even though I’m a smart joe/ I can be a dumb Alejandro/ Fly so low camera phone to take a photo, fresh/ You’re so fluid by the light of the moon/ The red and green globe glowing keep my body in tune/ Strong frame on the flop, when the bite of the frost is menacing/ Credit aesthetic for all the medicine/ Sway down the riverbank, opposite the dinnerplate/ Allegorical revelation is featherweight/ Capsize the boat, I’m baptized in hope/ Paddle circles in the widest of motes/ The motif is bout to elope/ Commendable until the third stroke/ When the jester is running out of jokes/ Consume late to rectify the toothache/ Committing everything to memory til Tuesday/ Booze day is bruise day, I’m saying who say?/ I’ll probably hyperventilate away the sundry/ Sun dial is reading a quarter, I’m still failing to record/ So I’ve got nothing new to report, I’m done/
5.	Lotus Bombs 03:11	lyrics	buy track
They say a man dies two deaths/ One when he takes his last breath/ The second when his name is uttered for the last time/ Watch sleepy turn it up to 100 p/ Watch sleepy turn it up to 100 p/ Watch sleepy turn it up to 100 p/ Already get down with me/ If you wanna see the energy 100 p/ I’m buzzing like a motherfucking bumblebee on methamphetamine/ No sitting in the mezzanine I’m in the helicopter scene/ I’m taking off and telling Issac Newton fuck your gravity/ Ungh If I come through swinging rip a rotator cuff by the end of the evening/ I can call my own bluff, I don’t think my stuff is good enough to slow up/ Whom I kidding, I’m killing it, got a little swagger in my step when I’m feeling it,wooh/ If I’m not moving then it’s safe to say nobody in the crowd is even thinking about grooving/ Then I’m losing all this hip hop is a movement so hop everybody hop everybody hop everybody hop hop/ Ah shit, I wanna keep it hip/ Rap about something legit with meaning behind it, hook/ Watch sleepy turn it up to 100 p/ Watch sleepy turn it up to 100 p/ Watch sleepy turn it up to 100 p/ Come on everybody fuck with me/ Easier to get a lot of daps and spinal tap it to 11/ Can you really find heaven with unleavened bread?/ Oh none of y’all wanna talk about that?/ Well let’s party til we’re fucked up stat, that’s the battle cry/ That’s okay, I can ball with yall/ And put a couple shots back, personal pub crawl/ Honestly I’m kinda sick of being drunk/ And spending way too much money going drinking at the club/ Go take a sandy walk and have a thought about what’s blocking me/ From living out my prophecy of not needing apologies/ For everything I wanna do or say or think I’m always on the brink/ Of beings weird as fuck, I don’t care what you think of me/ That’s how I wish I could be/ I already said my Worst Critic is me/ Combine that with GAD/ and moving to a new city can you blame me?/ Everybody always says that they want a bad bitch/ I just want a woman to connect with/ If you think about it if the only thing you brag about/ Is how many sexy women that you turning out/ What the fuck does that say about you?/ That you’re too invested in being that dude/ I got a problem deriving all my worth/ From the quality of women that come rolling in the dirt with me/ I can put up a miraculous veneer/ I’m not using my vernacular to cover up my fears/ Terrified of dying alone, 9 to 5 til I’m old, never owning a home/ No money no goals no path no help no hope nobody to elope with/ These are things that we all struggle with/ Just remember that your life is a gift, tell em Sleepy said it/