Daily Planet - 2-32's lyrics

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Most of this here is just braggadocio Emphatically spoke, impeccable rap flow Second to that, wordplay akin to watching a verb Hitting a piñata on the eve of its birthday Uncommon like Erykah Phenomenon! Hysteria! Hype, rocks millennium Sade criteria f** the hearsay, please Jean's superior Y'all yellow the same color of your bladder's interiors You bore me to pieces, you feces mouth And, yes, it's still sh** if I mispronounce it b**h How could it be doubted The beast mounted the pen We're unsurmountable like you being surrounded by a ten man army in Afghanistan tents With a caravan of Carolina and New York feds Bless me with a holy 40 bottle from your corner stop and Bet all your model entourage that we can get you popping I'll deliver your liver on a plate with a slither of your shivering date There's no mercy here put on your worsest gear Your f**ing with the word career Assa**in who just gave the job to murk ye onto Daily Planet I raise havoc, like giving Mobb Deep a booster chair Stupid, I'm uncouth and in the booth I'm rare Name Northern Lights Pimp game, Dolemite Spleens on a**orted recordings I'm giving all the mics Slaughtering them like cattle, hoarding the words And then cornering them leaving just the ring it's absurd I murder just for the fun of the sound of bodies falling I'm eccentric I don't need white coats calling It's just dementia, come on, quit your bawling You'll only make Jean just slit your paws in And then there's bloody parts and Jean's starts to saw and It'll be ridiculous You're strawberry licorice All over my kicks Mom mourning Snap! Picture this [Verse 2: Daily Planet] For the record Imma keep spitting Game booking And leave the game looking Like a shepherd with its sheep missing I know you seen Dai' On a lean Spray your team Tres schemes[?] In Inglés wtih Jean Grae Raising Cane phrasing slang cause sh** is foul In this flagrant game I'm O-fficial Lingual a**aults mangle Wings on the archangel The Grim Reaper's cane got my face and name So I readily phrase spoke[?] And repping respray hope and I'm steadily paid til heavenly gates open Rhyme's musical, I'm fluent through Spitting lyrics your spirit is congruent to n***a, I been rapping I handle that 'long as I got a ten track and a camel pack I paid my dues Never half step Used to stomp n***as down just to raise my shoes Obey my rules or face consequence from lower lower 3rd, the 8th continent Come one come all the track is strong I'm talking Clark with no gla**es on cats is wrong Waiting on a rebel when there's factions armed Y'all n***as playing on a level that I practice on I'm willing to off these my aura's still in recital Of k**ing them softly like Lauryn Hill with a silencer So drilling your softies [?????????????????????] Revealing your flaw, chilling, while peeling your top Please!