Gradient - AEON lyrics

[Verse 1] I put raw spitters in hospitals Make war and it's not civil Nah, they say I'm fruity Watch this star burst when I got Skittles Taste the rainbow and make the flame grow I hate the fake and don't say the same flow Keep the ba** low and make a name When I turn a phrase like a vertebrae ‘Cause I'm back It's a big disaster for the pricks and ba*tards I pick the cra** words and spit ‘em faster You can hear it when it's mixed and mastered So easily This game I'm controlling I'm not on Molly (Weasley) J.K. Rolling Wanna spaz on a track when the savage is back That ravenous rap? I'm the master of that Don't act like I never told you So bad that I'm good like Birdemic and Troll 2 Show me what you're gon' do Stay cheesy like fondue But I'll placate the fun kids When I make hasty couplets Then say lazy dumb sh** So f** your a**umptions Square in my roots Like logarithmic functions Just quoting the facts And I know that you're wack You're alive but you're dead like Schrödinger's cat Yo, when I'm ripe you can bite me, like a vegetable I might be slightly intellectual I'll stick ‘em with an IV, medically gonna inject ‘em With a chemical, they're so ineffectual My etiquette is energetic hit ‘em with a better bit of Elegant and effortless lyrics, whoa But never would I wanna let a little bit of arrogance Ever effect what you're hearin' yo On a song I'm rude But when I'm home then I'm often cool And I still love you enough to hug you to d**h Up at Carleton too, chicka chicka chick Gradient Creationists say I'm eloquent with rhyme clearly It's cause my music proves intelligent design theory [Chorus] Awesome eclectic and often neglected Wrong kid to mess with, rockin' the best sh** Your awful inflections are causin' a head spin Cost me some meds when I bought some Excedrin Awesome eclectic and often neglected Raw with the message, lost in perspective They all disrespect this, stop and accept it Awesome eclectic and often neglected [Verse 2] k**in' the beat is my philosophy I'm awfully close to a product of Watsky, Kant, 2Pac and Socrates Commonly stompin' these boring commoners, I'll hop on a raw beat And make a war monger out of Mahatma Ghandi And steal all your fans who were At the show to see you rappin', now they're absent like Bueller I take you as seriously as a comic sans humor And see through your sh** like a hologram sewer I'm annoyed by the wack rap often Yappin' in the trap crap then I put you back in a coffin Didn't anybody ever wanna hear you rap since Back when the Ducks played in the Pac 10 You'll never see me in a sports car But they chant “Ay ay ay!” like they're reading my report card Y'all rappin' ‘bout hogwash, fellas My lyrics paint a picture makin' Bob Ross jealous Started from the bottom now I'm Hiura, still a peon But beyond a fleeting phase, rockin' for an aeon I write punches that hit harder than right punches Destroy the track then take my mom out for a nice luncheon You could never be a cunning street linguist My grandma raps better and she doesn't speak English I'm running these lyrics that elicit d**h I'm the reverse of what you thought like cough syrup made from crystal meth Yo, I gotta catch a breath But when I'm shakin' up the game, I'll erase you Etch A Sketch