J-Bankrollz - Orange Time lyrics

It's time to unleash the lobe and make these raps cerebral Use my brain as a prop for yet another zombie sequel Oration is my specialty and you know that I speak well You're solution is under my curve because no one's my equal I'm the highest like Abe's hat, there's just no topping Leap-frogging rappers, Lincoln can't stop hopping Man, let the beat cut; there's just no stopping Even a rigid fool can't stop his head from bopping I'm mortars on these trench fools, leave you shell shocked Not fazed, but I'll stun you like my man Spock No rolly on my wrist but got a phone so I don't need a clock My sailing team don't rent, we own our own gang dock I can always hit the water, even in the middle of a storm I find the eye and navigate out of that maze like it's corn I'm at the top with no roomy; solo in the dorm They walk and I make the ma**es double take like an air horn My lyrics are deep poetry, not a simple haiku These bars so fatal that after you're dead I could die too 4 digits on the spreadsheet had a groupie real confused That's not my bank balance, it's just my IQ My girl has got three wishes, doesn't know I'm a genie Don't have a lamp, but you can rub on my weenie But I dumped her over text, because I'm really a mean-y Females can't handle me because all they've had is teeny She wears soft coats only, can't deal with hard wear Purple velvet royal with the Netherlands hair William of Orange waging wars because I dare I'm Aberhart Orange and I'm on that citrus flair Try to flex on us with your second-rate school You're about as dope as my post-breakfast stool Abe's the A team and we pity the stupid fool That tries to beat us on the court, track, or in the damn pool The squad behind me and we're going in on SF rookies We'll leave a worse aftertaste than year-old fortune cookies Abe's got the best athletes and for sure the best bookies We bake that chewy dough we out here eating the wookies This is my house: three floors and thirteen halls My dogs are barking and I can hear the cats call Autumn's here, player, and we're rising in the fall W's lining: so many banners; need a fifth wall Because it's half past Francis, and it's about Orange Time People watching this judgement like a really heinous crime I'm finding the Browns guilty and they're gonna do time They'll be left feeling in silence like a cheap street mime If you fancy a challenge, step to Morley Trail We win every cup, even got the Holy Grail Jacked like a rabbit, and you're just a snail We'll drop the orange curtain, come step over our veil Orange Time now, Abe's taking the town We've got heavy heads because we're wearing the crown No competition, not even from the tall Browns We're all smiles, and we'll leave you with all frowns, boy