Jonwayne - GORO lyrics

[Intro] Yea Justin Michael Mike Mosley Smiley Entertainment [Verse 1: Justin Michael] You say you rep rap but that is bullsh** in fact You couldn't bap bap to a beat if Jack Came down the beanstalk and asked for you to crack A few lines for Jill to sit back and relax Disciplining the arithmetic In which rhymes are constantly visiting My mind and b**hing about the life you've been missing Ichin' for the knowledge like a hobbit in a distant village Locked in his cottage Wishin' he can visit his past but he's a hostage To himself Poor ba*tard never knew the meaning of wealth But in good health He stood up and unlocked the belt to his door Freeing the chains of his brain Mine is not ready to explore And pour forth through the self taught force Boundless to the universe, account-less ideals Verses set to fit the beat like high heels to a woman's feet Do you feel the realness? The evil of a genius? Lyrical gats, strapped right next to my penis If the earth is crumbling There's no longer a thesis The devil eases Through the creases Taking the form of sea creatures So Easter's, out Cause your Jesus isn't up and about My demons shouts Through the crowds of a thousand clouds forming small monsters and angels like they were Chaos So you ask how the f** Could it be bound to cut Through the sounds of the Sun Blowing alien starships down for fun Okay [Verse 2: Mike Mozart] I'm worldwide, me dropping a track is pandemic Spit dope enough to disturb Jim Hendrix Spew doobs mixed with pepsin Ask Lamar, we throw 3 up in her without Kendrick Forget it (ya bish) We will (wheel) do this without a ferris Out for dead prez' with corpses that deliver addresses The Presley's and tease (tees) without Gildan to do, big things without the fat gut of Elvis Certified authentic Clogged chest is ejecting these verbal Dumbed down hat tricks Back flip necks from Uppercuts and hold back 3 seconds to hit cores with bike kicks Yea nice try, flawless victory These kids really think they're fly? Heh, we'll see I'll go and rip the wings off Kid Icarus Y'all shady like, Marshall wrapped in 3 curtains and With severe verses, I gave rap a disturbance Cursed with lyrical scalpels to cut through nurses And surgeons, a wordsmith With more lines than a punch bowl A criminal with ripped socks that's a con-sole Listen, I show no sorrow towards models that don't vomit as much as Michael So remember in my mind, there is no tomorrow Four-armed Goro Endless combat with pathetic mortals