Joe LaPorta - Sea Legs lyrics

[Verse 1: El-P] Really fell out the lane with this sh** Man, print this sh**: I'm a misfit Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the district Born to the next gen system Slow water drip to the temple to live in a prison When the walls don't appear to your vision One floor down from that mall's that prison Where shower stalls'll get all y'all missin' Pardon me, I got half-wit vision But f** I know, I just crawled here, cap'n Pa** me the baton, the rest a ya'll batten the hatches In fact, better scram, I'm a ba*tard On the lam in a hatchback blasting some rap sh**, trying not to slam into traffic With my feet on the wheel and my hands through the moon roof laughing Let's crash this See the truth from the womb is a fool-proof plan to be doomed while the damned do they dances So I move through the room like an animal fooling a master But I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact I am drooling at that sh** I don't only bite but I'm rabid Try to pet my f**ing head again and I'mma put a tooth through the flesh of the palm that you jack with This city just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got traction Maybe should've never started this path Every time I get a chance to advance it's backwards No thanks to my very own actions Get a couple good drinks in the kid I can flip on a friend, take a drug, f** a chick that I shouldn't Oh god, I am one of those mad men [Hook] Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops I got sea legs I got sea legs I got sea legs [Verse 2: k**er Mike] Real sh**, I came for the j**els I'm the k**er of kings and fools I'm the reason the season for treason starts this evening And this evening the odds ain't even People praying to the gods but the gods ain't even listening Don't matter if you're m**m, Hebrew, Christian When d**h runs in the distance there will be no Mercy me's There will be no reprieve for the thieves There will be no respect for The Thrones No master mastered these bones Your idols all are my rivals I rival all of your idols I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all your idols n***as will perish in Paris, n***as is nothing but parrots I write for the writers that write for the liars that impress you and your parents Is this real or another dimension? Am I trippin' here in the kitchen? Am I a victim of my convictions? I feel my sanity slippin' And I think I like the freedom Cannibal, animal, rappers I eat'em Even in Dubai I smoke like it's legal b**h so exotic she rode on a zebra Made in America home of the (eagle) Home of the (anger), home of the (evil) Do what I do for the good of my people Holding my lane, smoke jane in a Regal [Hook] Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops I got sea legs I got sea legs I got sea legs