
Originally Posted by
Celph Taut
Yeah, the lies they propel... rocking disguises, as well. Idle as hell.
Micro-soft words, out here, trying to Excel.
They'd rather watch you die, in a cell then fly with the sails
Lifting high, which is why I can tell, just in time for the bell.
Feel like the Zach Morris of rap corners...
They're asking to take it back for us
Nah, rather rap take you Logan cats to the black forest...
Cracking jaws like Ye's car crash, 'far as raps involved...
Get a slap across 'fore you get your red leather jackets, off.
So, come at me, dog. Don't got a rap, at all.
Turn you to a Casper n' beat your ghost to the sleep mattress song...
Or sleep mattress jingle... I said you're a 'hijo de puta', but you didn't catch the lingo...
So let me run it through Google... translate both these hands are they punish your noodle..
And you don't got a UberEats it or anything: these punches come TO YOU!
Yeah, free of charge. Keying bars like Hollywood walk of fame, 'way you seeing stars...
Feel like you're driving in luxury, 'till you be in ours...
Korean cars boosted to make you feel like you're leaving Mars...
Uh... that's taking you off of this earth...
End up in a shallow grave, n' I ain't talking a hearse...
I'm talking a verse as awkward as trying to walk in reverse
With the Kriss-Kross style, know my M.O is more gospel than church...
Godspeed if you double cross me. My thoughts be, warped
And raunchy. Game way too hard to reach the boss screen.
Cypher Alum', a fight like a knife to a gun...
Feel like I'm being filmed by Ryan McPherson when I'm striking you bums.
So, I hold back; Asian masseuse... only way to get loose
For the matter, here. Spray your recruits up, like Ukrainian troops...
I mean, it ain't in your roots... the fuck were you lying for?
I know I'm a dinosaur, so I only come here when I am bored...
I drop keys where they require doors...
Feel the pressure of a Mastodon when applying force...
Birdman: Attorney of law, take the matter up to the higher courts...
Still dunking on you... feeling comfortable, use...
Nothing but these hands for you fake Cliff Huxtable dudes..
You're discussions refuse to authenticate the real...
Kill the physical body off, so the mental state can heal...
It's therapeutic. I'm hearing music... somewhere off in the distance,
I know the weirdos use it... in here, some clear recluses.
My hands bare the blueprints... instruction manuals, dog...
I don't wanna hear about your grammar, at all.
Millions of years ago, there were problems the modern man couldn't solve...
A now all humans become primitive, once those cameras go off.
I close the distance between meticulous schemes
You think it's ridiculous? Please...
Whether your interest is kicking these keys, it makes no difference to me.
Been off the plot, n' don't got to use any force
Just bare it all, like a protestor at the Juno Awards...
And Juno, of course, I got a set of pipes... where's your faucets at?
Watch your back, got a clock like Flava Flav if you're talking smack...
Shit goes off the map, quickly. They wanna think adjacent..
Arm lock make him 'tap out', like a sink replacement...
Oh... guess it's a joke...
find themselves in self reflection the very second I post
So, unless you suppose to be a threat, or something scary... I ain't hearing it.
Kiss the ring, while the onlookers stare at it...