Jonwayne - Pachabel lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm in the air again, you got a problem with the Prototype model for rap? I'm takin' care of him Pick him off the ground, shake a thug like a theremin And let him wobble with the pitch, it ain't fair, my niche Got your teddy bears hanging by the last stitch They're mad switching and snappin' on their elastic It rips every time that they tick Flippin' switches to my sickness I'm sippin' on cyanide, my visions have died I'm just wishing for finer knives on Christmas Can't you see that I'm singing my whole hit-list? Da Vinci on the mic, with clues up in my fist grip There's a whip on my hip and hips on my whip If you trippin' on my dream then you're falling when I insist it Call me Mr. Consistent, my vision is back That's around when my visions attack There's no way back from clappin' Whether you're applauding or scrapping Because any participation Will have you caught up in my action So just, give me an axe and five bottles of Jack And I'm relaxin' old school, like an Anglo Saxon I'm chaneling, from my basket to my casket Some real acrobatics, on my certified magic I'm so odd that it's tragic I wouldn't be able to dodge the bullet If you were pullin' your matches out Cause ya'll know I need a fire to shout Cause I'm a dragon Drunk playin' Pachelbel's Canon in your house While you tryna' hold a lighter to my snout Move your f**in' back, I pack a burner in the mouth Kaboom! My sheer presence sets fire to the room At night, my lonely eyes set fire to the moon I walk the earth alone, past puttin' on cologne Cause I'm tired, and no one's gettin' higher than my dialect They're just gettin' hired to strangle The sole proprietor of rhymin' The present couldn't be a better timin' For MC's to get mangled like tangled leaves Please step up if you haven't crept up to me [Outro] This is the end of the road There really isn't much else to do Except give into your soul This is the end of the street There really isn't much else to do So just give into the beat [x3]