Yo
BedRock and Bones McQueen
Yeah
West Rhetoric
[Verse 1: bedRock]
Listen close, before I transfigure emcees to ghosts
My bleary eyes Google pictures of coffee post roast after caffeine binge
Inhale nicotine medicine to relax the nooks and crannies of brain I store my tension in -
Yeah I'm a shark fin
Circling below the murkiest of oceans
Dividing limb from limb like dealing dividends to quotients
You drink potions, thinking they'll carry you past meteors to frozen stars
But your math's off, even with slide rule I'd rule Hyrule
Collecting poes in jars, clad in green tunic, prowl prawn bellies in steel boots
Spitting fables wrapped in bubbles, a sub-aqua mother goose
Major label rap is rubble
Brought down when indie lyrics rupture
Its gla** skin goes subterranean
The underground's a sound structure
Spreading under Roman cities like a mushroom's mycelium
Me and Bones invading homes like colonies of bacterium
We're poltergeists
Furniture stuck to the ceiling
Now your world's turned upside down (Upside down)
We bank heist the zeitgeist firing clips of live nouns
(Hey yo, Dave, c'mere, look what I found! [What is it?] Another crown for me to don [Oh my God!])
Just kicking back on this alabaster throne being fanned by palm fronds (sh**, that's fancy!)
sh** that dream's dead wrong
‘Cause how the f** can I relax? (How the f** can I relax?)
With arteries clogged by nine billion unwritten raps
So I bleed ‘em on the page collecting buckets of leeches
Who after chokin' down my hemoglobin spit insane rhythmic speeches
I may not be able to dance well
And I wear tight pants, hell, it's all just young draft camouflaged all sense of security before a tongue grabs you like a bullfrog's
(Ribbit, b**h!)
You're choking on the vocal focus of my mental laser beam
You emit the high pitch scream of escaping steam
Short and stout, you're a teapot
Teeth rot and fall out of your head
I spit fluoride my flows ride the beat like it's a thoroughbred
And there's no need for you to jockey for position
Grenrock and McQueen
Unbeatable team
The true tacticians
So drop the lamp and quit wishin'. (3x)
[Verse 2: Bones McQueen]
I toke lichen with criminals at the bottom of crypts
On the brink of kicking rhythm interstice of the think
Orgasmic matter chewed upon to activate flavored pallets
Organic colors smashed to pieces just to fabricate planets
Span of wings, Pangea splits, flock of the ma**es
All these birds attacking, grabbing at my Hitchco*k like Alfred
The lady vanished, I don't know, yo, don't ask me what happened (What happened?)
Words were clashing and after some a**holes done got their a**es kicked
Pa**ion lit like dragons salivate for the taste of blood
Salvage junk to build a Gundam
Adequate is not enough
Tetsuo
Mind is doubled
Japanese biker gangs I run with, looking for all types of f**ing trouble
Akira is coming man, Akira is upon us
Explode cities and let them disperse into the cosmos
USA near-future flops
No dioramas could have prepared for this apocalypse even if we wanted
I'm jobless
Wander the psyche just to pa** the time
Get myself a bite to eat and find a way to pay these fines
The IRS says I'm lacking cash, they try to take my mind, but I already took it behind the shed and shot it 'til it died
We're living breathing trapped on animal farms
Battered and harmed
You're far from Bones' bar like Saturn to Mars
Construct cave halls and parks
The architect of your falls
Illuminating your faults and underlining your flaws
Extending my claws like falcons fishing
Grenrock and McQueen
Unbeatable team
The true tacticians
So drop the lamp and quit wishin'. (3x)