Thiago - 95∞ lyrics

Now I've been solo since training in dojos with Slowbros Keep biting my tail and all hell will provoke YOLO! Bullsh**, came back as a real mofo While Jiminy Cricket is mimicking your fricking nose grows It's no joke, I flow colder than Coldstone Ghost Pro while Tac Knifing these Joe Shmoes "Oh no! I thought I finished you off!" Nope, I'm just a bit sick with a sniff and a cough And a f**ing broken heart but that's a minimal cause Of my clause, everyone is pissing me off All society supporting stupid s**ers like they're deities Psychiatries, I'm undermining these until sobriety Will kindly come back rapid We don't really need your f**ing punka** rapping You're the sole reason that these younga** maggots Are drunk, saying that they got some guns strapped, yapping b**h please, you're upper middle cla** Spoiled like green meat, you're a stuck-up little brat Oh, what's that? You say that you can rap? Please, tell me about your swag and the money that you have And all about your realness, foreal, you k** this Spill sh** with illness, so smooth like silk is I'll tilt your neck off from vibing so hard Got roadk** asking me why I'm so raw Yeah, it's that ruggedy raw That real talk from a simpleton the company blocks And they loud as f**, saying nothing at all 95 till I'm gone, 95 till I'm gone Yeah, meet me halfway, from the 1990s to the double 0's Rugged flows over smooth beats never coming old A juggalo without the face paint, not a clown Still I bring the magic sound down where the Muggles roam Bucks and does, I be hunting on the prowl For these punks with no style, got that funk and that wild A child born around variety of music Stray away from the names that society is using Y'all clueless, better go and ask that Blue dog The cra**est hoo-hah, haul a** on U-Haul He flipped the stick and went past the cue ball I trap the usual and master new calls Rah, riding on a tiger like I'm He-Man Nuttier than pecan, fly higher than Pete Pan Like egad, I didn't even know the beat can Flow so well with a fellow with a clean pad I'm like Stan from South Park Damn without Cartman, I ain't got no one to laugh and outsmart And I'm afraid we lost Kenny Souls so cheap that they only cost pennies