Lil Kydd - Suburban Wrath lyrics

Asterisk... Underscore... Mixtape... Lil Kydd... Tsuzuryu... I am the suburban rapper Who's abandoned common courtesy; I'm always on edge so my swagger Is like the vertice Make like quadrilaterals And quit giving me third degree; Trying me has repercussion Like swallowing Mercury And in the game, I am A spectator, not an honoree; Watch it all from a distance with some Manga and a spot of tea Right when y'all doubting I come like a storm or some k**er bees; I've been here You can't be cool just by being absentee It's rappers of the sort that keep me Spitting with alacrity; Smacking g's withan MP3 There are haters and enemies I started rapping There was an absence of matches; And I could still light up A track and now I'm doing it readily Asterisk in me provoking A streak of jealousy; And that's why I became a Syllable jockey To have my diction addiction Look like a word related hobby; Malevolent entities reveling Straight in your box, g And before you know it, haters Split like an apostrophe; Commonly you got two kinds of lyricists The one who brags about his success And annoys the people who hearing it; When all is said and done and he Blows all of his money He becomes the kind of rapper that Cries over his hardship; The game is full of rappers Crying over spilled milk I detonate an Oberweis factory And I still k**; What's the matter disheveling Gaggles of ringtone rappers It's that or photon laser be glad I don't choose the latter; Lil Kydd, in this For real indeed (x2) In the burbs, we don't take it serious Take it literal; All over rap games like 2 percent On some cereal And that's when people mess with us They tend to repent; Quicker than Romney can identify 47 percent And that's what happens when we show our Lyrical prowess; And don't connect it to What material lines our wallets Or where we came from Cause truthfully; Anyone can spit straight destruction off the dome Like a Dalek I exterminate the track Then exterminate the wack; Who inhabit the track And bring the beat right back And from all the city kids I get ellipses and et cetera; Probably cause the subject isn't Women or stacks One of these days The hater's gonna see; It's Goin' Down like Joc in the middle Of an 06 jam if you mess with me And its K-Y to the D-D On your TV spittin; Like a lower case G to the double O-D At KFC flow Y'all chicken and you dont want Beef though; And I go more old school Than El Caminos in Reno Onomatopoeia flow Be knowing I go high like a C note; I'm just your regular Joe Schmoe Breaking the status quo And even so, all you're gonna do is miss me Like Dwight and a free throw Asterisk... Underscore... Mixtape Lil Kydd... Tsuzuryu