Casual - Dune Methane lyrics

Chorus: Rappers sellin out for the money and fame But I just keep on dune methane Dee-dee-da-da-dee-dee-dane I just keep on dune methane [Casual] They only know colonial ways Anything that my homie okays Is all right these days Display recklessness, whose tek is this Pointed in the window of ya coupe Lexuses Follow me on my Exodus My poetics will earn the respect of thus An individual crushing hypocritical nothings Like aluminum cans Put me on the mic and I'm doomin em Operation: MC Intimidation Occupation: rock the place then leave relieved The masta John, large like a mastodon In charge of the cla** Cas is on Some whole new sh** than you ba*tards on Bitten my old style while smash was gone My infallible flows will swallow you hoes Rappin bout cars and clothes you need to k** it [Hook 2X] [Opio] I'm voices in your subconscious, knots in your intestines Crescent moon attack stance if you glance at the mic I'm unlike all types Can't make the brain connections they need more gigabytes I hit em twice...iced em, cold like liquid nitrogen They need vitamins and ginseng If you fencing with these you get stabbed in the heart Me, I'm like the Highlander Tapping the soul of my enemies, capturing their energies Disappear from the stage like the vanisher Grabbin the mic and drive a spike right through the center For these n***as all sequenced up like the spinners I get the crowd high like paint thinners And watch weak crews, crackle and splinter They can't tackle the impenetrable sound Sciences of Hieroglyphics even with a**ault rifles And silencers, M-16s ain't hitting nothing When we corrupting rappers Togetherness like alpha flight when we write The unmistakable interaction in your ears, outta sight Fightin in a circle, we workin the mic 2 deep Pa** that mothaf**a so I can sink my teeth in Center myself, then I walk through the flames AKA The Mangler, feelin no pain No stranger to the danger room I'm in-tune Meditation, blood coursin through my veins So the thoughts came interlaced with the taste of victory I'm slippery, rippin these n***as apart From start to finish...and it don't stop (Keep on) [Hook 2X] [Casual] Put Toure on the mixer, smooth as an elixir plus The meritorious flows of us Get a glorious response you're boring next to Jon I'm the only individual not capable of having a prime-time Can't capture this rapper from this present day backwoods To the depths of antiquity no one can get with me I used to battle Socrates rockin these same styles Inventor of math and science, holdin my style Showin defiance to the gangsta jargon you barkin Metaphysically sparkin in psyche when mic's in my face Compile salt-peter to blow up the place A striver, I'm the MacGyver of the black race The unforgettable prestigious speeches Manifested by the northwestern regions [Hook 2X]