Will Tell - Block, Met, Will lyrics

[Intro: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] Block McCloud: Yeah. Yo, there a party. What? Where we going, where we going? Yo, can't go yet, son. We gotta, we gotta go [?]. We gotta go to the corner store Mr. Metaphor: Yo, yo, Will, the shoes. Yo, I gotta meet you at the corner store, right Block McCloud: Where we meeting? At the corner store? Mr. Metaphor: Word, gotta get this recording, man. [?] Block McCloud: Nah, nah, it's... Mr. Metaphor: Word, it's time to, it's time to wake and bake [Interlude: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] Block McCloud: Dutch Mr. Metaphor: Word up Block McCloud: [?] Mr. Metaphor: Met, Will, Block down at the corner store Block McCloud: The corner store. Metaphor, Building Block. Ha [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] Block, Met, Will at the corner store Met, Will, Block, any MC for sure Will Blocked the opposition Met with Metaphors Let it rain. That Will be done, son. Let it pour [Verse 1: Block McCloud] Bear witness to my sk** and cunning. If I could just instill one thing Lyrics could k** but it's the beats that show Good Will Hunting For something more insulting, to ruffle your feathers—you're molting Nervous, you're gulping—what I'm writing's got you bolting Like lightning, flashing a knife when I'm striking Clashing with titans. Kid, I'll learn you something: you wasn't asking the right thing Scrapping and fighting like Vikings, sipping and whipping tail Rip it through chainmail to hit more Kens than catch Chippendale Written in braille for the blind, I'm seeing the lines Born the kind to fear in your mind. For the time, me and the 9 Playing a sniper. Block shoot to get to the mic—you're shot You still in diapers—ain't got sh** on me. The burner piping-hot Kicking my flows, I'm nasty, wiping snot Picking my nose. p**y I like a lot, dicking my hoes My whole attitude's “f** it” ‘til I kick the bucket I'm ripping her clothes off. I squeeze her titty that's so soft and s** it Bite a nipple. I'll burn you with the slightest ripple I got no scruples. I'm the type that might just fight a cripple And while you take offense, I won't make amends I'll break the limb that remains, throw you in a lake and make you swim [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] I synthesize your sentences. In a sense, this is senseless You can sense this silly flow in my contentious sentence The simplest in options nested in obnoxious rhyme concoctions I'm radiating toxins, navigating any actions through my verbal doctrines Locked inside my thought, your options Fall short like estimates. In a test of wit, I'm best fit The best to exit the area. Spare me your subtleties You'll get froze like subdegrees I'm seeing enemies watered down like sea anemones I go to the extremities to extract melodic melodies First off, I hit you heavily with my integrity Secondly, you'll be shook like a zeppole No apology. I solemnly swear my sovereignties Commanding whole colonies, so follow me (Follow me, follow me) We boost mics like the economy and move like currency Occurring currently, I sternly guarantee a victory Apparently, you sick of me. You'll get smoked like hickory f** your history and your publicity. My audacity Is moving rapidly. I'm your worst rivalry The sickest enemy entirely and Metaphorically [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x2) Block, Met, Will at the corner store Met, Will, Block, any MC for sure Will Blocked the opposition Met with Metaphors Let it rain. That Will be done, son. Let it pour [Verse 3: Block McCloud] You gets thrown like eggs on Halloween Energy is spent like dollars on dreams trying to follow me You was holier than thou. Now, hollow be thy name With a hollow brain, you wallow in pain, swallowing frames You shallow and vain. Trying to follow, lag behind Hell-bent like a f*ggot's smile. Plus, get lost like the track of time Stop trying to tap my line like Bo Jackson's pine You're acting asinine before this mastermind But stopping is preposterous. I got the gift to uplift Like rocket ships. I'll lock your mental up like hostages The operative word is meant to throw provocative The Block'll live beyond 2001 on the monolith You got a problem with me? I advise you not to rift Get picked on like pockets as I shop to lift your spirit My heavy metal lifting ‘em, leaving ‘em light as lithium In oblivion, f**ing up your equilibrium So give me one good reason why I shouldn't believe in my Ability to leave a guy seething, giving me evil eye I'll leave him lying in a gutter fast Send him up to the ma**. Block covering this rat [Verse 4: Mr. Metaphor] It's Mr. Met. I'll address you like a vinaigrette The cat that got your sister wet on the internet Any flow you throw, I intercept. Your sh** is irritant I'm winter-fresh, cool like spear-a-mint. I intermesh Styles in the flesh. In the d**h of my rhyme, I crept Destined to rep. Test and get swept by my imminence You're in for it. My inner wit is infinitely intricate You couldn't hold it down if you was impotent My flow's indifferent. There's no comparison to my ambivalent Arrogant, rebelous style. It's evident I'm heaven-sent Plus, the excellent flows. My phlegm is meant to wet foes Soft with delicate blows, all you corns is irrelevant [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x2) Block, Met, Will at the corner store Met, Will, Block, any MC for sure Will Blocked the opposition Met with Metaphors Let it rain. That Will be done, son. Let it pour