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Stik Figa x Miles Bonny "Jewell Ave John"

by MILES BONNY

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1.
Du-Ragz 03:25
Seen ya baby mama, look like John Cougar Mellencamp told me one day only felons could rap I looked her in the eye she was sellin' some stamps you got a problem with me you should just tell me that Money on my mind I gotta brainstorm Once heard em say, when it rains it'll pour sometimes it comes quick, other times you wait for it all I know is this, that I gotta make more Don't wanna be a player, rest in peace to Pun I see it, I beat it up don't need the drums I got a straight shooter, I don't need the gun I call your girl an Uber then watch Martin re-runs Can't trust a word that pass from ya lips Seein' is believing you ain't showing me shit Can't grab attention 'less you're holding a grip Can't grab attention 'less you're holding a grip Ya mama gotta a du-rag, American flag red, white and blue, with the cape in the back (2x) Yea, I'm gonna clown, Barnum and Bailey Funky Cold Medina, Ice Ice Baby I dig your old lady, she work at Old Navy was on her lunch break, swallowing throat babies Rap cash money like I'm Baby and Wayne I got work to do with no space to complain I guess the game changed ain't no hating the game and I got my blood tested ain't no traces of lame Bro go crazy, the flow so mani old dog same tricks nah they can't train me Industry Rule 4080 the game so shady, radio won't play me A whole lot of rappers none of 'em entertain me Knock em out the box, yearly, daily No grits, no gravy, if's and's or maybe's had to bite down like a Bluenose with rabies Chorus I said "fuck this rap shit, I'd rather listen to Prince" and chase a fat chick that got the ass with the dents but it's a thin line, Boy be having to squint grass ain't always greener on that side of the fence a drunk ain't shit, who you had to convince Henny in my hand liquor passing my lips have the cash in hand when I ask for the rent no comparison, no one matching the wit "Stick" without the "C" yea you're reading it right you read on the flier start believing the hype But there's really more to it though, than seeking the light ain't move to the east side for pieces of pie Young Padawan, perusing through the catalog what you slap now, will turn your brain to applesauce chattel getting moved around by a cattle prod wave my magic wand, then travel like a vagabond Chorus
2.
Chorus I need mine, I read lines Want you out the frame, that's how it's been designed extras in the scene taking up screen time stick to the script, hold up, rewind (2x) Lights, camera, action, feel like you ready? don't need favors I deal with the fetti might pull the pepper then spill your spaghetti word will get around town like wheels on the Chevy Nah, Ima chill, cut with precision everyone a thug in their subdivision they prey on the weak, like what's a religion probably kill your parakeet and bludgeon all the witnesses I'm on the mission, vision through spotty glasses see me sloppy drippin', Dada Damani fashion I'm on the wave but I'm Tsunami splashin' at local strip malls teaching Pilate classes don't trip, I know your mommy absent she won Ms. Utah in that '88 pageant on her lower back, tatted a Bible passage I'm in the kitchen eating fruit snacks, all in the cabinet, like Chorus And I'm on my own path, they heard that I hold back used to get under my skin like old tat's I guess it's time to unload, letting that pole smack But I never blame a hater if his mama smoked crack Counting this old scratch competition not close go sign a petition if you feel we got smoke drop a nuclear bomb, won't even find a cockroach have blood coming out of your mouth like Boskoe never bought dope, wrote it all in notebooks the best-kept secret, somewhere that they don't look I guess I'm old fashioned like rappin' with no hooks not wifing a chick if she bad and she don't cook told her go roll a wood, and then smacked her on the ass carried the weight of my world it was under a gram got me feeling fly, and I'm just trying to land money music to my ears that's why we call it a band Chorus
3.
Dixie Queen 03:29
Chorus Know a bad chick don't cook or clean little food for thought, yea good cuisine wrapped in designer in the hood she queen do bad by herself, girl do ya thing (2x) She was yellow with freckles, light like a banana seen her at the gas station drinking pineapple Fanta with an accent like East Atlanta poetry in motion, watching each stanza asked what her Instagram was, going on a tree limb off of the Seagrams, hopping in the DM's aye, can we be friends? do this every weekend keep you in mind, treasure all your secrets girl, your nigga weak, cuffing like the precinct yea he a weenie, why we gotta pretend? take off the leopard print, I put on the sheepskin the kids, not mine one hundred and ten percent twenty-eighteen, we don't slut shame ain't trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang twenty-eighteen, we don't slut shame ain't trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang Chorus Boy, you better be careful, playing with the pink toe "Why you with her, she playing with your ego" come between you and everyone you think close have kids with her, your baby will probably think slow ever seen you with her late night, holding hands maybe you just pimping her, out for a dance hanging on the corner just trying to advance bet she in your pocket whenever she get the chance saying she Columbian, nigga she white never been comfortable with down south rides mama said, you get caught with her get fifteen to life but she always comes through when the bills too high and she always came through, you was in a bind even talking about marrying her, suit and tie sisters say, she take the good ones, they honestly right cause over them white bitches niggas willing to die Chorus
4.
I'm hungry man, still hungry man STIK FIGA MAYNE! Chorus Square Biz, don't get bent out of shape at the roundtable spare ribs on the plate contribute to the meal or you don't get to complain probably be the same way until I sit in my grave I spit passionate bars how I rap is bizarre call it murder in the first but what happened is art you probably feel me more if you was trafficking hard who need universal acclaim when I'm collapsing a star Birdman hand rubs, palms covered in lambs blood Topeka, Kansas the type of nigga you can't trust grown ass man, I probably should pull my pants up won't get past the judge I'm fitting that damn glove oh, he a thug, told Harpo to beat Oprah swallow pig feet then say I don't eat chocha I ain't even street but I know some heat holders that don't need paper planes to send you to meet Hova I am trying to Roc the Nation, drunk off of King Kobra smoke Malik Yoba, that means that I'm still sober quit the codeine just bring me a peach soda smart money's on me, I'm calling the green Yoda Mobbin' down tenth ave, ride for a brief distance seen cheap weaves slipping and fiends with they teeth missing at night, might see little homies relief pitching can tell you about the central, you ain't even got to visit cultured in the hood ran with the blue bulls ate Great Wall, a nigga was too full they was dipping menthols, Newports and few Kools learned pressure makes diamonds, I was raised on Jewell a misfit, skipped Christmas, still gifted a rugrat who's folks ain't visit Dr. Lipschitz ain't got a lot of whippings, I was raised different but my cousins got hit with extension cords and switches town made me, indifferent and disillusioned everybody ruined complain or give a solution how can I have faith in your corrupted institution when they continue to treat us like we three-fifths human with crippled hands, I scribble chants, for fickle fans visit distant lands for kids who ain't get the chance just another nigga trying to wiggle at the jam and I did it for our spirit and put it in God's hands in advance, you all know what I'm capable of mislabelled a punk cause your raps ain't creative enough everybody so tough and animated I shrug let's put it all on the table, have to wait until I budge they saying "bruh, you as good as your last hit" in that same vein a nigga just really got tapped in not pantomiming a boxed to get trapped in the game fishy this rap shit is really catfish on a quest chasing love, the right choice express black thought while cutting through white noise can only speak for myself I never liked my voice but I stand on my words and describe my poise Chorus

about

Stik Figa and Miles Bonny go way back all the way to Stik Figa's 1st recordings when they both lived in Kansas. It was these recordings that led to Stik forming a relationship with Mello Music Group. Miles went on to become a well known singer. Now it all comes back full circle to the original duo. Beats and Rhymes. Now both fathers with extensive music world experience, they return from their individual experiences and world travels to reconnect in friendship and on record with "Jewell Ave John", an EP titled after the street Stik grew up on in Topeka, KS.

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released June 15, 2018

All Lyrics and Vocals are by Stik Figa
All beats and final engineering by Miles Bonny.

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MILES BONNY Tres Piedras, New Mexico

New Music for Old Souls. Musician based in Taos, New Mexico. Born in NYC.

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