MarkusDied - Amnesia lyrics

[Verse 1] Gee whiz, where should I begin? Maybe start at the part where Proper creeps in I roll 10 Deep kid, spit sick sh** with my eyes closed So shut your pie hole, creepin' out the dark With blow darts and a sly pose Drawing a Katana, getting ready to slice domes Walking a tight-rope, from rooftop to rooftop I'm Cowboy to Bebop like Dion to Doo-Wop Spit good luck to wood tops Cause in truth my crew knocks When you rap it's "Dude... Stop.." Your crew's slop in a pig's trough I'm getting pissed off And on top of that I feel like Every single decent rapper ever's getting ripped off It's not f**ing sick 'brah' f** Rick Ross and his whole facade But I got a penflow composition similar to Cyanide I'll earn a seat on d**h-row just for k**in' beats I'm f**in' fly Don't f**in' lie you know you love me Here I'll lie; I'm sober, buddy Tokin' nuggies in a SF snuggie It's funny when all these 'thuggies' is rappin' 'bout all they money If you cats were really ballin' you could afford to buy a beat from me Sweet Sunny D in my cup, with some Taaka Spitting lava overflowing my breath's hotter than a Sauna Leaving cats confused like waking up, drunk, in Tijuana You can find Proper, cross legged counting Mala f** your High School drama, I ain't down with nonsense No tolerance for immature correspondence Illitterate bomb threats, blowing up like bad speakers Turn my sh** up so loud, it's breaking sh** like mad tweakers Smoking greener sativa than your crew could ever dream of Catch a case of Amnesia after fat bong rips Spitting in a bottle like we got some chaw dipped I'm dipped in chocolate this cat's obnoxious Not a Megalomaniac and my raps is monstrous Half man, half god, like an Egyptian Pharaoh Crawling out my sarcophagus, leaving peasants in peril Breaking backs, s**ing blood, feasting on bone marrow Best get the prefix right, like "It's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow" Where the f**'s my boat and why the rum always gone? I ain't chasing no b**h, f** Elizabeth Swan All I need is a ship and I'll chase the sun 'til dawn Sail's at full mast, plus the wind's blowing strong Homies on deck, scoutin' merchants to rob While we stay spittin' raps and the b**hes sing along It's pretty hard to steer a vessel while youre hittin' a bong Yelling "LAND-HO!!" Three strikes on the Gong Show up on shore and all the people are gone I rock misshapen patterns, Proper needs the quiet life Clockin' vagrant rappers, bringing heat just like a pilot light Drop and make 'em shatter, desecrate 'em while they try and fight Ninja in the Pirate tribe, laughing while my rival dies, huh