Asterisk... Underscore... Mixtape...
Lil Kydd... Tsuzuryu...
I am the suburban rapper
Who's abandoned common courtesy;
I'm always on edge so my swagger
Is like the vertice
Make like quadrilaterals
And quit giving me third degree;
Trying me has repercussion
Like swallowing Mercury
And in the game, I am
A spectator, not an honoree;
Watch it all from a distance with some
Manga and a spot of tea
Right when y'all doubting
I come like a storm or some k**er bees;
I've been here
You can't be cool just by being absentee
It's rappers of the sort that keep me
Spitting with alacrity;
Smacking g's withan MP3
There are haters and enemies
I started rapping
There was an absence of matches;
And I could still light up
A track and now I'm doing it readily
Asterisk in me provoking
A streak of jealousy;
And that's why I became a
Syllable jockey
To have my diction addiction
Look like a word related hobby;
Malevolent entities reveling
Straight in your box, g
And before you know it, haters
Split like an apostrophe;
Commonly you got two kinds of lyricists
The one who brags about his success
And annoys the people who hearing it;
When all is said and done and he
Blows all of his money
He becomes the kind of rapper that
Cries over his hardship;
The game is full of rappers
Crying over spilled milk
I detonate an Oberweis factory
And I still k**;
What's the matter disheveling
Gaggles of ringtone rappers
It's that or photon laser be glad
I don't choose the latter;
Lil Kydd, in this
For real indeed (x2)
In the burbs, we don't take it serious
Take it literal;
All over rap games like 2 percent
On some cereal
And that's when people mess with us
They tend to repent;
Quicker than Romney can identify
47 percent
And that's what happens when we show our
Lyrical prowess;
And don't connect it to
What material lines our wallets
Or where we came from
Cause truthfully;
Anyone can spit straight destruction off the dome
Like a Dalek
I exterminate the track
Then exterminate the wack;
Who inhabit the track
And bring the beat right back
And from all the city kids
I get ellipses and et cetera;
Probably cause the subject isn't
Women or stacks
One of these days
The hater's gonna see;
It's Goin' Down like Joc in the middle
Of an 06 jam if you mess with me
And its K-Y to the D-D
On your TV spittin;
Like a lower case G to the double O-D
At KFC flow
Y'all chicken and you dont want
Beef though;
And I go more old school
Than El Caminos in Reno
Onomatopoeia flow
Be knowing I go high like a C note;
I'm just your regular Joe Schmoe
Breaking the status quo
And even so, all you're gonna do is miss me
Like Dwight and a free throw
Asterisk... Underscore... Mixtape
Lil Kydd... Tsuzuryu