Funky Rhyming Lyrics
[Verse 1]
From the top of the empire state, I shit on a rappers hair who think he great and while he rubbing on a head full of dookey my mans step up and take the polaroid smoovely
So I can put it on the cover of my next 12' and maybe call the record how I excell
Or anything to indicate my superiority, whether you be new to my shit mejority
My theory outta be to slaughter each and every loser, computer user abusing the truth that i'm used to
I see you from the vista east to the week stuff
Master the last of the peice that i'm after
You snap on a rapper for minimal stuff
Like if I rhymed peking duck with eighteen bucks
Your over analizing try to say he sucks
But i'm known to fantasize when I make things up
I'm so talented
[Verse 2]
People talk shit like girls in a bathroom
Don't ever try to call me soft in a chatroom
Instead of trying to find a diss you need to find some bliss inside the kinda of life you live
Cause you a sucka repetatively
Your friend who rap ain't better than me
I ain't no wack motherfucker, so bear witness
I put a lot of time in this
My rhyme physics make me something of a scientist
Fly entrance, sky walker, light saber, psychotic, bright flavors
Listen to the rhythm of a skyscraper tongue
I vibrate the sun when I gyrate my lungs
Lots of motherfuckers want a father figure through rap, well suck your mommys pussy cause I ain't doing that
My rhythm is futurism your rhythm is retro
I founded fundimentals and i'm never going to let go
Rugged and rough, boy you think I didn't know that my beats is raw and the fidelity is low
I'm so tasteful
[Verse 3]
Talk so elequent, always in my element
Elephent crush your cerebellum into sediments
Sideways, catch me in the lab five days the other two though I might cool out or do shows
Pseudo socio political raps never really made things better for my ass
You wanna make a difference then go into the street and show love to every last person that you meet
My physique, mad thin
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You'll still need the asprin
You ain't even a has been
My foot is where your ass been
Wax and tax with the axe of justice
He act like he above this, he wack so fuck him
I'm too smooth, I knew truth in the (? 2:52) rule
New shoes every 62 moons
My oove puts me in the whos who of the true school
Old school new school you choose who rules
You cool, but your mans an asshole don't make me tie his arms and legs around a flag pole
Velcro shoes, but i'm good at tying laces
Double knot tongues from two smiling faces
You'll basically melt when the aces are delt
I'll take your brain cell through phases of hell
(? 3:15) ya and the elegant can't happen it's sorta like catching an L.A
Cab to manhattan
I aim in the mood on stage in the nude
Step up to get your rep up
Guess what?
You'll lose
Bamboozled and booed
Sued like can noodles and soup
In a fued I land fools in a noose
Land cruise in the coupe seville with a troop to sil
Side step juice for skills and still recoup a mil
I'm super real like a computer with gills
In bermuda I chill with a biddy that's beautifully built
Your girls titties like a third world city, grimy and gritty
Her clitty is the cave of chlamydia
Get rid of you so when I chop up the body
Take it home and show it to mommy!
