[Verse 1: Spicegold]
This is a movement
Don't you call this silly art
Use big words
So you know I'm pretty pretty smart
I'm pretty serious man
I'm pretty academic
You might have noticed
Spicegold
Rawer than his denim
Selfish son, a selfish one
Hellish yelling narcisist
I've got
Marbles in my stomach son
I'd say it's hard to spit
Hell is dark and hot
Lollygagging in the parking lot
The lord of this dormancy
Swarming through the karma pot
I'm a young doormat
Upside-down format
Back in 8th grade I used to kick on 4chan
Back in 7th grade I used to kick it on Minecraft
Back in 6th grade I used to kick on Facebook
You're late
Look
You accidentally left the flash on
That shutter sound pound
Sounds louder than the padlock
Lock it like the first day of school
You knights ain't happy cause the binder's knee
You lost your treasure whether you aware this sh** is finder's keep
Running through the 5
Ain't f**ing with your city less' it's prime
Icing is
Ice on your wrist you check the time
Son you thirsty
And all I got is day old Gatorade
Sipping brand name
Son you know I got paid today
Hate to say but
Euc Boys
Ballin' in here
Generic clarity
I'm talking Wal-itin clear
I'm talking:
Tylenol
Robitussin
Ropes stuffed with Motrin
Acetaminophen
Cough suppressant Ibuprofen
I see hype-beasts at light-speed
That's what you're tryna be
Lighter fluid
Sprinkled like sprinkles on a ivy-leaves
You might've seen arsonists
But now they locked up
Sticky note blunts laced with Aspirin in the chalk dust
I'm uncaged
Shum baes
Sleepin' through the Sundays
Keepin' true, I promise
I'ma stay unpaid
Eat eucalyptus till' you're dizzy and you're seeing stuff
Credit to the songs ;
Ghostwritten Wikipedia
[Verse 2: Joshua Tree]
Brazed duck meat
Iron-Chef
Stuffed buckwheat
Golf-Wang Puck
Tuck Fyler
Frying it too deep
Dire Straits
Sultans of swinging eighth grace-notes
Grapple juice
Snapple dabbling in dad-bods like Father Goose
Grapplin' with that Bathing Ape branded noose
Who's who?
When I got platform shoes, yea you lose, and you lose
Bento boxes for two
Keep the Four-Loko ice-cold
Folkloric duo with the chokehold
The boxer, Simon and Spicegold
It never gets old
It never gets old
Oh no
Greco-Roman by way of Rococo
Bury me by Botticelli
Venus by way of Givenchy
Morose toast to whoever can drink the most mimosas
I'm mostly floating down inner-tubes round' the Bosque (OK)
Kokopelli acrobatics
Anaphylactic spasms
And ma**-allergic-reactions
To Copenhagen danglin' through your lips
Spinach dip patented with the wisteria
Witch-man handelin' wine
I hear a delirious fury
I bury em'
Burning a verdict
The gagging order ;
Unearth-ed
Nonsensical incense and edible etiquette
Stivia steeping tea
Sativa leaves steaming earl-
Grey's Anatomy
Actin' at me like you're decomposing rapidly
Atrophy
Asking about the pastor
Pa**ing grave diggers just please tell me how the pain is
Saviors are overrated-sadist-ingrating-haters
Pa**ing pieces
Gra** and sprinklers
Marco Polo
Mac Demarco
What mom don't know is taking a toll on the probability I take the next toke
Slowpoke
I'm a slow-burning inside joke
Nose-up in a moments notice
Can't ball with a bum shoulder
I'm lying but the it's dark
And the park's out across the borders
So stay inside
Pa**ing time with the homies
Don't be a loner
The older I get I'm getting more and less sober