Nate Kiz - The Big Bangaroom - Silver Kryptonite lyrics

[Intro]: Silver Kryptonite Let's get it in tonight [Verse]: Proper Aristoi Bulldozin' the competition Sumo to a squad of ninjas You ain't bout that life You a contradiction Last kid stepped and he got a whippin' Prop. A. been on a mission f** being rich, need a pot to piss in Stop with the gimmick Clockin' a cynic Bong and a picnic's our tradition Overloadin' stay afloat'n With ya girl im motorboating Rap on beats I stay corrosive Talkin swag you're stayin hopeless Raw talent spoutin' dopeness Endlessly I'll slow your motion Takin' a notion cause a commotion Gen. D. potent, potent Beastin' with ease I release on a beat Keeping your beez on a leash on her knees Sleeping on me is a crime, so do your time Sit down and hear me speak Deep streets, mobbin' out explorin' them Find my around the town n disestablish ordinance Drunk strapped in chainmail broadsword and morion Take it back to the past in a DMC-12 DeLorean Cornerin a lil bit more than all the stories and glory of those at war I implore to settle scores and Open doors many more and than anybody before For sure to never step they f**in foot on my shores Bulletin board, crowded with the talk of the town See I'm the sh** which explains why you ain't talkin it now I spit provocative nouns Between a rock and an ounce and I bounce no frown I ain't down f** a hard place Find me with the hard ba** What in tarnation thank you based god wait Its been a long day But I'll be up all night Like an owl perched, got the future in my sights, like This is for me (Huh) Remember that? Prolly not but Proper's back Freedom writer fire igniter Street Fighter combo attack k**in' it all when I sit and relax Sayin' they dope, spittin' the facts Truth is a lie, theyre kittens at that Crashin' these cats with the force of a tidal wave Rollin' up the reefer I'm chiefin' it in a bible page Primal rage got me on that calm rap sh** Back flip to flip back all while I stack chips Your wack scripts is showin you lackin simple direction son Spit bullets tear skin fiercer than protective guns Guessin' and pressin' the bu*tons to jump Lump in the throat of the wretchedest punks But I'm the blessed one, all y'all best'd run Vested in what I'll be bestin for some interested as one with a sentece on drums Questionin' what I been doin as if it nothin but true intervention of love Gettin' it done my method is questin' impressin' the present Relentless apprentice my future's above what you thinking ive done [Outro]: And that's all I gotta say, for today Thanks Nate, ay and Vinnie Skullo, skullo, ullo, 'ello Hello Goodbye