Cory Joseph - Temple de L'or lyrics

[Scratch Hook] DJ Sparky T {What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan?} {Throw your brain in the cobra clutch} {What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan?} {ill technique} {What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan?} {Throw your brain in the cobra clutch} {What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan?} {Survival of the fit, only the strong survive} [Verse 1] Prevail I'm burying Arab parents with various air inhalants A weaponized aerosol type approach when I'm crushing your larynx Bruising your bearings, carrying the co-piolets cold corpse Fahrenheit, Celsius. Void like the Ozarks Prime mountain range, leave the O2 so stark Lung burst, blood vessel, thirst for the first Walk along the road side, talk amongst ourselves A lock, stock and two smoke and barrels I'm perilous as hell The road of which is paved with good intention, so I'm told So I've been practising at dancing while I'm dancing over coals Time to reap the benefit by deepening my dialect And keeping those around me who surround me like It's THX Closing in on frozen winds, limbs are getting frostbite Bows and arrows, Robin Hood of Locksley when I lock sight Air tight, let the bear bite, feel the provenance Survival of the fittest, dork, get pitted in the sediment Word up [Scratches] DJ Sparky T [Verse 2] Neph Alright Tit for tat, rap for rap, we're doing laps around these cats Ain't arrived in the U.S. yet, so A.O.'s what you currently lack Yo, where the bounty at? Flying through like I'm [?] loaded Filling the quota on a dose of the motor, going for mine Yo, Not, I met a bunch of kind folk Plus a couple weirdos that just want to waste my time though I know, I put up with the worst to get the best I want the big brother, the chair and my feet up on the desk I won't settle for less ‘cause times are grimy, I've been grinding That's why you can't find me, I'm on a**ignment, been in alignment Watch for the comet that knocks through the silent [?] harmonics If you wildered up [?] I play this here with your compadre's Admittedly still a novice, but ain't no k**ing my confidence Got me a couple options, think I'll run it back You know when I touch down, no [?], now where's the fun in that Come get your lumber, puncture record needles and spinal tap