West Rhetoric - The k**tone lyrics

[Verse 1: Bones McQueen] Yo It's kind of exciting to know that Bones exists, don'tcha think? This morning I rolled a spliff Rode by like a knight of road and I was smoking it Spoke to a [?] and I told ‘em of Poems I wrote on the floor with a**orted poker chips Dominos broken, rows of foes fell in unison Dormant music bellowed up from deep within my icy lungs Hung light from a bright mind, paper lanterns by the sun Um, the son of a dead father licks the moon Like giant pies or lollipops and cries a lot with tired eyes But I always find the time unwinding wino nights To bite heightened energy from [?] rhyme Crop circles burn from high above views of Birds eyes Following arcs of flying hawks movements Toss tomahawks upon the heads of fools with deadly precision They're all talk but I won't walk Venomous geckos are sticking Echoes of deadly rhythm and different crickets sittin' hidden Daddy long legs rub double gripping the flint, kick it Strike it Set fire to lichen with stricken lightning White rhino lit with a Bic lighter I spit in flashes Six strikes to navigate the valley of ashes With bare hands he throws volcanic magma back in its chamber Backwards lateral birth It's an*logous to ravenous mothers eating their own plasma [Verse 2: bedRock] You can't compare to this even your therapist thinks you suffer delusions of grandeur Emcees parrot this, ‘cause copycat rap's what they conclude's the answer Sure as shoots, I'll pander to pandas who quickly eat and leave ‘Cause 'alone' is just another word for 'time to drop some freeze' No, wait, stop, please, body temp' drop like degrees Lounging on a cold slab write lyrics on my own toe tag as it frees He's the abominable iceman It's improbable you'll like him Stab abdominal with the mic stand If the price is right Damn, I'd hand over all my sk**s if they hadn't wound ‘round my DNA Twisted like tungsten filaments filling the stage with light as we play Bristling with brilliance Billions of photons focused on me So how is it the heart is lost in darkness? Bark sans harbor at sea But this ain't Marlow and Me This is the k**tone in your earphone, frequency achieved when even [?] are [?] cold bow When it's just you against the world Or you against your girl Smile, if it was you against West Rhetoric best believe your blood would curdle We hop hurdles and drop burdens Twin zen masters Calm as pebbles in sand when sh** hits the fan and splatters But still susceptible to frenzied fury when sad and plastered That's why we're strapped with verbal blasters Caliber is off the chart and impossible to gauge Firing these things might take all compa**ionate life on Earth right back to the Stone Age So behave And don't make either me or McQueen squeeze the trigger We did this track as a warning Now do you get the f**ing picture? [Verse 3: Bones McQueen] Bones was a bloke who cajoled old Cronus To eat his children's organ meat Absorb ‘em store the souls in the cellar where he horde the morbid teens I need the force to attack raps like Muy Tai It ain't your fight I'm a poor sight for sore eyes In my righteous anger I broke the mic on the fourth try Like you broke your grow lights So the poem didn't grow right I would know, right? [Verse 4: bedRock] This is the new movement to lucid Reinforced by glue, spit, and pa**ion Grammy goes to the magician who can fashion Even a faint facsimile of what Rhetoric does on the M-I-C Come and follow we Maybe we'll let you take a peek k**ing spots around town Like Horus, jasper, and Cruella To recover from this takedown, put porous plaster on your patella BedRock cracks your cartilage Scrolls got crossed over Sacking Carthage Raps farther out of this world than a Mars rover [Sample from Wes Anderson's "Hotel Chevalier"]