The ILLusionists - Spectacle lyrics

[Verse 1: Ogar Burl] It's the team from your dreams and you'll see what I mean It's the theme, as the steam builds up it seems to scream Kettle on the flame, we don't settle for the lame Set ‘em up, we knock ‘em down It's not the same when we're done See it's fun but I'm serious And if you're feelin' this you're getting' lifted like my spirit is You hearin' this? If not then pay attention I'm benchin' a thousand pounds of funk without flinchin' It's a cinch and I wouldn't have it any other way My conversations rhyme; I've been trainin' every day There's no wastin' time because we're down to the last minute So gimme the beat and I'ma try to be fast with it I'm past gimmicks, over the shenanigans My eyes are closed, I'm focused and I'm feelin' like a fan again The state of hip-hop is sad but we're savin' it Odar, Sammy, Ogar, Ev and Gradient [Verse 2: Gradient] So is it too much to ask, that if you call yourself a rhymer You try and supply a meaningful line from time to time ‘Cause there's an overwhelming amount of these underwhelming emcees Who follow where the trends be, it honestly offends me They often ask “Dude, how'd I sound? Did you like the show?” Yeah, I liked the part where you put down the microphone You see, I lost interest in your flows ‘cause all you say is “Yo, I got b**hes and some hoes” Oh whoa, this dude has messages and talented rhymes It's not like I've heard that s**ist sh** a thousand times Act tough but you're so not vicious That growl in your voice; have some throat lozenges With complicated rhythms I can shock your faded vision They often pay admission just to watch the way we're rippin' I've been kickin' flows since I was kickin' in my mother's womb When you're onstage I'd rather listen in the other room [Chorus] Yeah we just wanna let you know You are now tuned into the spectacle We rock stages and wreck the flow It's amazin', it's called the spectacle [Verse 3: E.Ville] You've been vetoed, finito, you s** more than mosquitos Talkin' about how you got money, but you've never seen a C note Everything you do illegal, actin' like you're big as Beatles But unto a little leaguer as I am the Great Bambino I'm Pig Pen filthy, Latino amigos they say “Este gringo es pinche cochino!” Career run cold? Well that's a bummer I'm hotter than 27 sweaters in the summer So I'm sh**tin' on your writtens ‘cause they're cuter than kittens You're not convincin' when you're fibbin' that you're swimming in women ‘Cause I don't get a dick about the tits you grip, whips you flip Bet you bought your kicks with a Groupon coupon Dude, I'm the Pooh like Winnie, bruh Make a guttural sound if you feel me (ungh!) When a punk jumps up to f** with Chuck Brown They're a bank on Memorial Day: shut down [Verse 4: Sammy Warm Hands] Giving you the runaround, potty mouth Listening to Guttermouth and Body Count So underground that I'm rotting out But I've got an affinity for obliterating any emcees in a given vicinity Reducing the little sh**s to Kibbles ‘n Bits You and this music didn't mix, like Skittles and Ritz I'll turn your ego to emo like slitting a wrist Yeah, who shot Mr. Burns? Who got pissed and turned the mic into a weapon To exacerbate depression? Abusing music for therapy under scrutiny's terribly harder But only going farther I'd s** a dick just to f** with my h*mophobic father Wait – I'm getting déjà vu Gradient's resurrecting features like Ra's al Ghul I guess Odar, Ecid, Task, Ogar, Guante and E.Ville Have all signed on for the sequel!