Beanz - Question Jam Answer lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Yo yo yo yo... And it go a little something like this k** me, I'm a loser baby Filthy I'm a truther tasting filtered water juices Maybe still I ought to choose a daily pill To calm the spooky crazy ills That cause the euthanasical Way too amazical Who they? You don't want to fool with the razor, dude Shoot like the laser do You don't wanna see them when they swoop in the laser-blue coupe They get paid to scoop fools who break the school rules But still break a few, too Which they paid to do-wait, who's paying who? Who's paying you? How much do they got? Would you do the same if you were standing in they spot? Sometimes I'm way cold Sometimes I'm way hot Sometimes I run down punchlines And play Dr. Coochie Inspector Instead of doing what is usually best For all those mutually invested in whatever situation Fools be getting salty for the cheddar and the bacon Reverses, [?] what's the diff, and who's making it the business to say so Kids sniff the payload The answer is under your nose The dancer, the thunder, the gold Panther, the hunger, the cold Cancer, the young and the old Chance that the [?] your soul is probably the one you should keep Yo, you started with two, dog You don't need to lose any sleep Nightly news can repeat Mighty crews can retreat sh** get foul like the Chris Lighty suicide, B And I don't really know the half Understand me, I'm the man behind the photograph Sniff powders that fold my soul in half So they can't snatch all of it See me in the trees like how koalas get Peep my oeuvre You don't need to like all of it But understand That it's broader than the oeuvre of a lot of cats [Busdriver: Yeah] You got all that? [Busdriver] I gotta this Yadadite [Verse 2: Busdriver] Heh... c'mon My gun is picky It exclusively dates blondes and accepts film roles on the opposite of James Bond I get shouted out by Raekwon all day long [?] under the strap of a beige thong Gunsmoke ain't supposed to smell like [?] chips When I [?] explosive-tip rounds I kiss [?] bu*ts of Russian soldier lips They roam the [?] [?] in Zumba cla** White women, J. Crew catalogs And a looking gla** I ain't talking rubber bullets I'm talking Gumby bullets Shot at dudes with ugly mullets Straight at their [?] bu*tocks Run all the way back to your mommy's stomach I'm brandishing paper goods Me, I'm a gun Canva**ing neighborhoods But my gun wants to do more humanitarian work Delivering preemies, leaving a cesarean smirk On the single mothers Yes, [?] chips like [?] Pringles lovers Instead of smoking n***as Like a navel f**er My gun can shoot dudes Troll them with just a web address In People's magazine, my gun gets voted the best dressed My gun's [?] is a Doubletree shortly [?] portly [?] wax with WD-40 My gun's important For real [Verse 3: Beans] Yo, it's Mr. [?] your butler to Beans Face front True believer, ceremony deadly ecstatic frenzy Breakneck pace Defy eyes Overlord [?] A distinction with difference Accelerant, excellent Scripted, encrypted [?] where homicidal eyes You burning lower than [?] It's clear as day Your sk** set's no threat Mine fantastic Ultra-decapitor rap sh** Catch my sick hex [?] straight lines like a funeral procession Put you in the past easily, sufficiently I freak an MC While you find comfort in your [?] ability to disappoint Nauseating how your every sentence syllable leaves sulfur And seeps sewage Your sentences are sluggish and move like they was sleeping Weak beyond redemption Prior to demise when the truth puts its pants on Heart flutter like hummingbird from trepidation Sobbed on the page and still wet from the piss So desperately he reach for the razor blade Had a situation Look bleak, like Little Big Horn Obliterate your cavalry Mercilessly you and the dam burst [to flood?] Release without hesitation Hilariously, you outgunned Clouds of war gathering Prisoner of your own illusion Sorry for the intrusion Devour the flock Blasteroid The four nightmares We the dance of d**h fetishists And not every thought's gold So let your panic unfold [Sample] There is no one way to approach this There is no system or method And there can't be, because we're- we're working with someone's um, individual creative process And when you do that, if you have a pre-set method, or a system, that you know about, that's separate from that It won't work The best thing that you can get is someone who can, uh, give back to you... the material that you have given to them But that's not spontaneous improvisation I should say that... spontaneous improvisation to me... means that you create music right in the split second that you're in Spontaneously, that is, you let it come from what you hear and feel, rather than from what your brain is telling you Like you're not playing the suggestions and ideas that your brain can give you You are getting away from that, and letting the music stream out of your, um, creating mind Um, the thinking mind can only be an impediment, actually You have to- one of the things you have to learn is to um, develop the ability to- to- let your creating mind have the entire moment, and all the music will be coming from that part of your mind