Guilty Smiles - Necromancer Romantic lyrics

[Intro: Guilty Smiles and Canibus] Yeah Yeah Canibus, Guilty Smiles The Alice Game Hip hop will never sound the same [Verse 1: Guilty Smiles] Yo Pa** the gravy, royalty dances masquerading Knight from the last crusade is sane but actin' crazy Rap amazing You wanna combat? The master's waiting You swear that you're better than me? I'm past debating Smiles and Bis, the blackest majors Crafting pages, rhyming from the grimoires Necronomicon in the application Fascination when I burn the stage down Amaze crowds, quick draw Holliday, say when well I say now I'm your Huckleberry, drunk piano player, aim and shoot it If you came to do it Think you the best like ancient druids Casting fire, necromancer magic Blasting your entire squad Telepathic bending iron bars with the might of Gods Deeper than the sight of stars if you fly to Mars My minds a bomb, explosions that destroy entire songs I am honorably mentioned I have marketing attention I could spit more bars than a Department of Corrections A bar for every second, after the end it will go silent And when I'm dead in the grave I'll be a ghost writer War fighters attack, stand your ground Circumstance said "strike from the back to mask the sound" Romance the crowd, dance with the Queen on sacred ground Hi Alice, all of the games have made me proud It's a strange world we live in Watchya making now? Moving divisions of maps consulted by Ava Brown Drop it like a bunker buster I don't feel I can trust her Must have (?) Pa** my brothers vodka and soda, gash and comfort You can keep all your radio spots, I ask for nothin' This is ominous, bars that I spit are beyond monsterous But A&R's watch (?) is based only on politics I'm not certain, I'm positive One word could accomplish it - moronic Your main stream is beyond the preposterous [Hook: Guilty Smiles and Canibus] Necromancer Romantic, spitting this cla**ic Beyond monsterous f** around with Rip Canibus and Guilty Smiles wylin' What the f** you wanna do now boy? Necromancer magic, blasting your entire squad Burn the stage down, drop it like a bunker buster Necromancer Romantic, the lyrical law Hip hop will never sound the same [Verse 2: Canibus] I'm a new-age laser creation, a Guilty Smile and inspiration for every living derivative of human nature Human or animal, alien, formal or casual; true story hallucinatory or magical Battle-you attitude, improve a microphone aptitude Tools I use to take it to back to school True beluga whale brain cells, blue-man supercomputer h*mosapien male Crazy as hell Powered by Intel, for real I save struggled rap by the bell I wrote his name on a cartridge with a thousand shells On a cold mountain slope, dual eyepiece for a scope "Don't miss". "Muthaf**a', I won't!" The eye o' the sniper Transfix, zoom in tighter The hammer click, feelin' hyperer than viper bitin' the mystery writer Black iris, rap Osiris grip the mic 'till I get arthritis Javelin-tooth tiger with bronchitis Gold bars from King Midas come in all sizes Prince Pyro's saliva could start forest fires The borders are private when ten thousand bars are united I'm 'bout to show you a quarter and get you all excited Hip-Hop is my b**h, so don't even try it Don't deny it, Canibus with Guilty Smiles wyling' Pig Latin a**a**in, born in a dirty log cabin We live off acid, termites, and aspirin Rolling up that zigzag, mad n***as is laughin', we old school but what we spitting is cla**ic Paper or plastic? Necromancer Romantic Roaming frantic, Cracker Barrel apparel with a fat a** b**h Cooking hash browns and grits f** around with Rip? I'll hunt you down with bloodhounds and ticks With Lyme disease, flies and fleas, you can't see, collide with trees My Marines piss on emcees Pine-Sol colored, thought the crime was solved but it wasn't Got sawed in half by a psychopath SAW gunner Rusty a** metal melt rubber, motherf**in' food for the buzzards Dirty Harry's my brother and I'm his ugly cousin Whistling Dixie, get up there and grip that fifty My breath stink, my mustache smell fishy Tell Nikki that her p**y is squishy, she gettin' money, she pretty I'm still livin' like a bum in the city Skid Row skinny, but still get busy Look me up on Wiki If ripping beats is a crime I'm guilty You put a quarter in my cup? It's a rizzy Y'all n***as know what it is, f** with me Guilty Smiles, Rip the Jacker, don't need no more back up When we on the track you gettin' wrapped up Dynamite alloys, salty a** soy sauce cowboys What the f** you gonna do now boy?! Foul Ball, Guilty Smiles, clear it out y'all Around here we the lyrical law [Hook: Guilty Smiles and Canibus] Necromancer Romantic, spitting this cla**ic Beyond monsterous f** around with Rip Canibus and Guilty Smiles wylin' What the f** you wanna do now boy? Necromancer magic, blasting your entire squad Burn the stage down, drop it like a bunker buster Necromancer Romantic, the lyrical law Hip hop will never sound the same