El Sangre - Palaver Grappler lyrics

Your rhymes are so p**y I could make them f**ing climax My mixed verbal arts are on attack My microphone's a metaphor for an oral receptor Come forth in awe, see my convex vector The bulge on the top of my recording unit To spit the rhythm too quick is too sick Everywhere in this verse is a euphemism And all the words have truth within em They lube up the booming rhythm Please don't be an a**uming system Before you get immersed, know first about the worst curse on a verse Um... I f**ed up the words there, sorry, mate It's hard to contemplate and enunciate All the phraseology so here's my apology You can't come through to me if all ya wanna do is screw with me Badadada, I'm the palaver grappler I got the sk** and force to match ya There's no doubt I own you, meaning I'm a taxpayer I write my bars with my arms, verbal armbar Your producer's tapping over the play bu*ton over and over Cause all your p**y rhymes are in submission When I spit the rhythm, kick ill composition Break hearts with all the women Spirit breaking and deceiving I'll be receiving a bunch of people believing Because I started off non profit but now I'm worshipped as a prophet I gotta tell a fella "That's my dick, now get off it" That's what ya heard, play on words, son, they be absurd I'm funky with the word, the adjective and the adverb Flex this and wreck this with my lexis Cause the best is the nexus that connects this to Texas We do a bit of grappling, trying to get position I'm the main event of this particular exhibition Here comes a hip toss heavier than Rick Ross My mixed verbal arts are boss, you've already lost My scarf hold will keep you warm this harsh winter And then I'll find your girl and loosen up her sphincter Side control is like a mould for what I'm going to do next Triangle to the neck or a dead-lift German suplex? Suddenly getting into mount U wot So quick your brain doesn't recognize it or account I make the women hypnotized with my real crook, bold talk I make the fellas paralyzed with my heel hook and mohawk With my sick rhymes, they're on the dick all the time, no issue Tighter than the style on a black belt in jiu jitsu Grappling a gentle pace unlike the hook that will hit you