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Knockin on the sky, rearranging the clouds, just enough to huff and write names in the residue/
They all mean something, even those I deny/ bold italic underlined/ white swirls through my baby blue/
Got love for many but miss few/ while I cover my ears as to not hear of my issues/
I'm not here, I've been clocked out since 02'/ 16 is when got lost in my first 16/
And I remember every word like they were vows to my future self/ music heals the deep wounds when sutures don't help/
If I got an extra man for every witch I've had to melt/Ii'd skin the day, keep the pelt and safety pinned it to my collar/
Superman-ist of mantis men/ demons marchin in tens/ I eat the first and hawk the skeleton/ domino effect the rest of them/
Excellence strived/
The list of things for which I'd die is so wet and illedgible, all I can make out is my pride/
I'm not in the music business I'm in the business of minding mine/ and business is a boomin the moves I'm making are workin fine/
And everytime I get down it's like you're watchin the planets collide, this is my, milky way rain dance/
Dance, like no ones watchin, and even if they is/ I could give a flying missionary posish'/
I've found my niche/ so when I'm in the pit/ fuckin up yo shit/ blame the farmer it's his beat that got blood drippin from yo lip/
And I'm on it, on it, on it, come find me in CA/ cookin up dope flows to drum n' bass/ in an attempt to melt your face/
It ain't nothin new/ it's something we do/ and we do it proper/ grime it up and add the wobble just to drown out all the talkers/
For sport, I scale buildings while I swat at helicopters/ with a white bitch on my shoulder, count the floors until I drop her/
I'm kind of a big deal/ it goes; music, family, me, then gettin pussy, so you're kind of the 5th wheel/
Nah Nah, Nah Nah/ guess who isn't listening/ fingers in my ears is usually what that means/
Gooooo Awaaaaaay/ I don't like the sound of your faaaaace/
Nah Nah, Nah Nah/ guess who isn't listening/ fingers in my ears is usually what that means/
Gooooo Awaaaaaay/ I don't like the sound of your faaaaace/
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It's melting. My face isn't melting... why the fuck isn't anyone helping?
No way! your kicks are glowing too/ maybe Nike puts tiny little angels in each shoe/
I bet you i can fly. Gimmie your hat and some foil so I can hide my thoughts from the government/
HAHA! You have no idea what your up against/
Hey Mr. Robot, why you chillin on my block?/
This town ain't big enough for the both of us/
What do your hands look like inside boxing gloves?/
Ewoks, are just Arabian smurfs covered in Dirt, McGirt was the rawest rapper to put his feet on the Earth/
Can you eat a twinkie with chopsticks, then we can't be friends/
If you put your arm in there will your rims still spin?/
Roger rabbit on top of that cabbage patch 'til you beat Slick Rick in a staring contest, IMAGINE THAT/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me/
Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up...
Fantastic cuatro/ adios muchacho/
Pocketful of monopoly guapo/ head bangin Palestinian rock show/
When Pac comes back from outerspace, he better have a case of Surge wit em/
Atoms I split em with rhythm/ induce venom and sick her/ like she stole my gonorrhea/
I hate R&B/
So can the fat lady beatbox or play jazz flute/
Somebody keeps confusing their dining set with my parachute/
Testing, testing, stupidity is stretching and etching itself into that fuckin sticker on your hat/
You once were blind but now you can see, did you at least leave a patch for that dudes eye you jacked?/
I like big girls that smell like licorice sticks, covered in pancake batter/ mind over matter/
If that was real ice wouldn't your teeth chatter?/
A talented and honest rappin kat, IMAGINE THAT/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me/
Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up...
Last night, when I invited Jesus over/
That asshole forgot the batteries to Wii controller/
How ironic of a weak controller/
But he had pocketfuls of chronic seepin over/ so I forgave him/
Lost my marbles, and tried to save em/ and then pogs hit/ and I been slammin suckers ever since/
Funkier than the Fresh Prince/ rounded to the next tenth/ The pursuit of acceptance is never on my checklist/
I brush my teeth during breakfast/
Who doesn't love winterbreeze english McMuffins, I must be on something/ I mean onto something/ It seems I'm not bluffing/ I promise you piggy it's nothing/
Mr. Rogers tattoos times the square root of shaq-fu/ equals an ugly sweater attacking you/
2012 and Obama isn't dead, IMAGINE THAT/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud/
Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me/
Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up...
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Drool
02:56
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you are now turned into your imminent doom/ screwed soon as you exited the womb/
rooms with scrooges burnt coffee and wilted tulips/ emitting their disapproval for music of this magnitude/
i'm ravaging these ravishing rick rudes/ staggering the masses, blastin cannons of fish food/
overwhelming your synapses, dub slappin and big booms/
party's crackin, don't be absent, revolution is in bloom/
the roof was never on fire, cause it never existed/
80's misfits found a wormhole to this bitch/
generation-y-not invent and fuck the world hard 'til it indents/
i've got a bent dick/ so i'm always fuckin somethin on the side/ you a frankenstein/ better watch your bride/
kamikaze rhymes, killin everything I find/ you're damn right, for the right price I'll televise my suicide/
it doesn't have to make sense/
it just has to sound cool/
you work so hard on your spit/
i wake up, piss, and then drool/
spit implies effort this is drool...
gimme gimme gimme gimmie gimmie that lighter/
eenie meenie miney bow and arrow shooting ligers/
petey petey pabolito propeller head poppin egos with properly sharpened ninja star shaped pringles/
illegal tacos and flocks of seagulls/ straight jacket for my libido/ finger over your peep hole/ surpriiiiise, how neato/
it's only me though, i'm so evil/
but you like my ooh la la/ shark bait ooh ha ha/ you are not a superstar/
art this, art that, art fag, art rap, art thou just a little label happy, fuck!?/
f and n bombs, the-the shit i get on/ got you throwin hands with the last son of krypton/
crush, build, destroy/ rest it's all noise/ bugs, motors, and sluts, boys will be boys/
threatened by the poise and purpose/ you're porpoise for purchase with poisonous burps your flows nervous, twirp/
wyatt earp wit mad purp/
i stopped pickin flowers for skirts cause thorns hurt/
i've devoured about dozen of em in my heyday/ mayday/
they turn turret and go crazy/
blastin star sperm from the sky it's no wonder why/ fastballs make doves cry/
swooped in on the sly/ and played the wall like hi/... the name's parasite/
it doesn't have to make sense/
it just has to sound cool/
you work so hard on your spit/
i wake up, piss, and then drool/
spit implies effort this is drool...
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Taste Your Soul
03:16
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She keeps on passing me by/ cause she thinks she's so fly/
Ultra sly tactics can't dash the practiced/
I've met my match in crafty packaging/
She can't catch feelings. If she does it's barehanded/ and hoses foes/ nobody's ever stolen home/
Gravity has a hell of a time keeping down/ the sharpest knife in the box of crayons/
(Whistle) She hates the sound/ but responds every time/ like one of Pavlov's pups/
When she blows a kiss the other hand goes auto-clinch/ just in case you doubt her tough/
She takes her drink straight cause she ain't sweet/ after stirring it with the stem of the roses she eats/
The show don't start 'til her bangs are peeled back/ thousand yard swag lookin right past you kats/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
Her boots are made for walkin but she refuses/
Self-respect is up for auction when she chooses/
Don't see ladies like her often and she knows that/
Against her best efforts arrogance levels be oozing/
Frostbitten at the core/ got dudes smitten after spittin to em raw/
Think she's on the level but the level is floor/ where she like to get it in/ she's not into gentle men/
You make the rules that she bends into oblivion/
The exception to sin/
Accept no less than perfection/
When allurement is used as a weapon/
Got them gifts that only her mama could give/
Her reflection is her nemesis and her best friend/
Crazy cliche, like the tattoo's she won't show/
Damned if you do, damned if you don't though/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
She goes hard all night, cause true control/ gets misconstrued in cruise control/
You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/
She goes hard all night cause true control, gets misconstrued in cruise control/
You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/
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It goes...
Hopeless romantic/ scars prove tragic/
Magic isn't real but neither is what you believe/
Children of the static/ at home in the havoc/
The only thing thats absolute is things are what they seem/
Fuck illmatic!!!/
I'm an orange flower in the attic against all odds dying to be/
This ain't my first rodeo, face paint matches the boots/ that style son, who's clowin who?/
No, stranger to danger, rap bangers, or wire hangers/ liars, cheaters, offenders, repeat offenders, and gangsters/
Simply a mask for the anger/ ver-verbal stab at the savior/
I need attention/ please listen and sweeten your criticisms/
It's like shit I'm right here/ I'm human, I hate the whole truth so help me God/
The last time I said "help me God," he probably did but I'm dense and didn't know what was going on/ The road to fame isn't long/ it's just covered in junk thats bound to ruin my shoes/
And I'm known for pushing my luck, and feel myself with the blues/ so when my feet get cut, at least the songs will be, cool/
Cause walking on eggshells just isn't me/ so I tell people to kiss my ass quite frequently/
I dont need a girl, just a psycho who cuts evenly/ have a piece of me, just know im OCD with symmetry/
This is my mic/
There is many like it but this one's mine/
My mic is my best friend. My Life. I must master it as I must master my life/
Without me my mic is useless. Without my mic I am useless. Without a mic I am useless/
So I'ma do this/ cause I have nothing else to offer the world...
It's been a long time/
And I shouldn't have left you/ without a thick splintering noose to put your neck through/
I pity the fool and the goonies you call squadron/ I'll whistle and fist missiles will hit you for just talkin/
Fuck a piece offering/
We don't negotiate with wack rappers/ hipsters and snap-backers/ shroom doin' mad-hatter/
Pyro's, on a mission to Imaginationland in a zeppelin/ because the worlds so bland/
I'm a Dark Sith champion of sky walkin/ the rooms shift shape when I walk in/ oh maaaaan/
You faggots just don't understand/ I exude devastation like radiated Japan/
I assume responsibility for ever word I'm sayin/ so what I'm sayin is I'm not changin/
So far beyond the basics/ my verses stay laced with an ancient cadence that'll slap your mouth and shatter your face in seis places/
I'm so impatient/ I'll purposely OD at 27, title my post-mortem album the greatest/
I'm not intrigued by your celebrity A-list/ just a Del The Funky Homosapien playlist/ to get me through my day/
Bird's eye view catch all this/
Sticks, stones, stars, and spliff's/
I'm so sick/ at conception I was ready for the world, shadow boxing in the womb like let me outta this bitch/
This is my mic/
There is many like it but this one's mine/
My mic is my best friend. My Life. I must master it as I must master my life/
Without me my mic is useless. Without my mic I am useless. Without a mic I am useless/
So I'ma do this/ cause I have nothing else to offer the world...
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