[Verse 1: Gnarbro TaKa]
I'm tryna be real, I'm tryna go hard
My auditory cortex turns rain to a vortex
Like page to the Chordettes, and I got more text
Ornaments of truth to distribute in the tribute
For the youth in this melody
Issued for your tissue, I don't care about your melanin
I don't misuse the talents I'm forsaken with
I'd hop a flight to Paris just to educate the width
Of my culture
I'm a hippy, French f*g, but in yo face, man
Cut your lyrics into cartoon characters
And while you rappin' narratives
Can't say it's for the birds cuz all I hear is parrot chirps
I've about had it with the pa**in' the dro
Motherf**er, this is hip-hop, paddle the boat!
(In case) In case you wonderin, I'm not a KKK bloke
Does a Capricorn shave his head?
Neither do angora goats
John Jacob Astor, Titanic's upper cla**
Died in the ma**acre without even gin in his gla**
Women and Children sit in boats with blankets
1300 plus died from an ocean's banquets
(Oh dear!) This reminds me of Lil Wayne's career
All I could think to do was hope you become a cashier
But I'll never tip a top hat on the charts while
Blankslate carves bars like a language artist
[Verse 2: mr.blankslate]
Wreck it like Osama been
Suma Cum Laden
Quantify the qualities that'll catapult catastrophes
Encapsulate the catalysts and put us in menageries
Dimmed down like a flashlight in need of fresh batteries
You catalog and gallivant the California swag like you not a tramp
But wouldn't pitch a couple bucks to buy an amp
Motherf**er here I am:
Spittin' all this sh** on lower quality equipment
But I don't really care cuz
I don't need a bunch of fake-a** friends to come endorse it
Doing this my own way: swim like a porpoise
Repped e'm from the top of the Himalayas
To the beaches down in Corpus - I'm cordial
And focused on development of lyrical sources
Playing with the magick: not a sorcerer
Didn't understand exactly what she was until I opened her
So let the Gonorrhea Games echo through the hills like an overture...