Lovejoy - Hostile Takeover lyrics

[Hook: Lovejoy] Alright, let's see how this goes Goodness gracious You don't want to make me lose patience I'm sick of hearing you gossip out of loquacious faces We're taking over and we're masterful rulers as well Business as usual for the dastardly duo from hell Lovejoy and Hackett, messiahs who won't accept apostles You can call this a coronation - except it's hostile [Verse 1] What's past is past, my present is guessing at my future Time's fabric will stitch our bodies in ugly sutures Funny how that same fabric bends the imagination I'm reliving memories vicariously through fabrication Scared of progress and mortified by past actions And still haunted by irrevocable malefactions A self-portrait one year from a college campus If I'm an artist then I've got nothing to call a canvas All I have are these telling scars of my adolescence And blind faith in my stupid, cynical self-obsession Transgressions and unforgivable self-denial I guess that's life in my own typical selfish style Unreality merged with truth in the ficklest Moral rationale, it's deplorable and ridiculous Epistemology, I'm sick of this I'm a flick-of-the-wrist, piston-fist phlogiston-fueled pistol I'm pissed off A crystal clear vision that disappears in an instant Comes back and k**s you before you know that you've missed it [Hook] Goodness gracious You don't want to make me lose patience I'm sick of hearing you gossip out of loquacious faces We're taking over and we're masterful rulers as well Business as usual for the dastardly duo from hell Lovejoy and Hackett, messiahs who won't accept apostles You can call this a coronation - except it's hostile [Verse 2] And I'm wielding fire and cla**ic flow Close to pyroclastic, bro Melting faces like plastic Spitting acid and filling villages Spilling ashes upon the ma**es Instilling diligence, you know something? The wisest man alive will know that he knows nothing [Verse 3] I k** the mic and the dilemma then Is am I k**er Mike or am I Eminem? Neither one because I go ballistic A unique M.O. that's so sadistic And close to mystic but more realistic I spit cold truth with no statistics I strike cold rhymes just like old times Room 215, it was like gold mines Lovejoy and Hack-T joining forces Trap lords of The Farm with R. Keon Kim In a freestyle clinic and we taught courses Barge on in, we could go for an hour Us plus Georgy equal the Four Horsemen Tbilisi and an Atlanta portion That means our squad is both kinds of Georgian It was Goldilocks' porridge; the balance was gorgeous Back to Bend and I get 'em Fed them medicine like they were dogs in a kennel And I'll let 'em get all fed up with the kennel then Octane in the tank and my fangs full of venom Put stains in your denim, put pain and some rage On my page on the Internet I ain't even finished yet, I ain't even living yet I'm still the bitterest, most inconsiderate Man with a grudge who won't budge till he's rid of it Drop a free mixtape, I won't even benefit I don't care what anybody's saying; I'm just sending it Goodness gracious [Verse 4] If your secret's safe then I've gone and cracked it And I got no help 'cept Sean Hackett Beat you all in rap combat And now all your moms have been contacted Stop the track (WAY TOO GNARLY) Now attack it I can make a senile bat run a 3.5 flat Imma freestyle scat then I'll freestyle rap like Scoodly-bap boodly-bap you can't do that All your efforts are not close to that Come on Nathan, it's okay to stop I don't care whether you're insane or not Because the brakes went off of your train of thought And now it's speeding 'round the place like you paid a cop Well you hear me rap but I play in rock And that's saying a lot; y'all cater pot Raised in Nazareth, raised Lazarus Walked on water whether safe or hazardous The God MC and a sado-masochist You fast as this? Not likely Humor me but please, don't spite me Don't pat my back from that Cadillac I got a baseball bat and a battle ax And a hand grenade at Brick Tamland's aid We can jump out and brawl in the Palisades You're tame, I'm Ferrell; this is Talladega I salivate at your callous hate And you're a tad bit late to recalibrate You're a candidate for a candid date With my savage rap that decapitates (AAAAGGHHH!) Guillotine Better drink more shakes with the creatine Get your raps on par from tee to green 'Cause I don't really want to murder or flee the scene [Sample: Ron Burgundy] Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder