[Intro]
Yea
Justin Michael
Mike Mosley
Smiley Entertainment
[Verse 1: Justin Michael]
You say you rep rap but that is bullsh** in fact
You couldn't bap bap to a beat if Jack
Came down the beanstalk and asked for you to crack
A few lines for Jill to sit back and relax
Disciplining the arithmetic
In which rhymes are constantly visiting
My mind and b**hing about the life you've been missing
Ichin' for the knowledge like a hobbit in a distant village
Locked in his cottage
Wishin' he can visit his past but he's a hostage
To himself
Poor ba*tard never knew the meaning of wealth
But in good health
He stood up and unlocked the belt to his door
Freeing the chains of his brain
Mine is not ready to explore
And pour forth through the self taught force
Boundless to the universe, account-less ideals
Verses set to fit the beat like high heels to a woman's feet
Do you feel the realness?
The evil of a genius?
Lyrical gats, strapped right next to my penis
If the earth is crumbling
There's no longer a thesis
The devil eases
Through the creases
Taking the form of sea creatures
So Easter's, out
Cause your Jesus isn't up and about
My demons shouts
Through the crowds of a thousand clouds forming small monsters and angels like they were Chaos
So you ask how the f**
Could it be bound to cut
Through the sounds of the Sun
Blowing alien starships down for fun
Okay
[Verse 2: Mike Mozart]
I'm worldwide, me dropping a track is pandemic
Spit dope enough to disturb Jim Hendrix
Spew doobs mixed with pepsin
Ask Lamar, we throw 3 up in her without Kendrick
Forget it (ya bish)
We will (wheel) do this without a ferris
Out for dead prez' with corpses that deliver addresses
The Presley's and tease (tees) without
Gildan to do, big things without the fat gut of Elvis
Certified authentic
Clogged chest is ejecting these verbal
Dumbed down hat tricks
Back flip necks from
Uppercuts and hold back 3 seconds to hit cores with bike kicks
Yea nice try, flawless victory
These kids really think they're fly?
Heh, we'll see
I'll go and rip the wings off Kid Icarus
Y'all shady like, Marshall wrapped in 3 curtains and
With severe verses, I gave rap a disturbance
Cursed with lyrical scalpels to cut through nurses
And surgeons, a wordsmith
With more lines than a punch bowl
A criminal with ripped socks that's a con-sole
Listen, I show no sorrow towards models that don't vomit as much as Michael
So remember in my mind, there is no tomorrow
Four-armed Goro
Endless combat with pathetic mortals