Modill - Nod lyrics

(Racecar) Mcs who ain't having these I still got yours Hold the mic down like gravity from shore to shore Stole it right don't be mad at me there's no reward More chaotic than neutral with a longful sword See I never feel the need to be forceful more But I will up the stakes and force the scores Scorch the floor Switch the board And torch your core We force your door Melt mic like torch that's small Realize realism I ignite you ignore No invite to my endos I recite you rapport You pissed your draws with stuff that piss the lord Osmosize her surprise while I rip it raw See several self-destruct bu*ton somebody sk** like skeeball Trying to get up by themselves like see-saw See-saw landing my wounds from free fall Have thoughts of dead presidents and just getting free ya'll Nod Hey don't believe the hype Just perceive the height If you a knee high type Then you can't receive the hype Haters stare at red dots to see to see my sight Race car with that head bop, I tree by night I'm here to rock the rural All the way to the urban With my herdsman Like we had nukes in tightly wrapped turbans Serve you virgin beats breakfast plus bedhead Turn and kid your whole tournament Spitting strictly shed spread Hip hop is seeming far-fetched The peoples are star set Keep my eyes ahead and in my head like target Smash the mic like smashing pumpkins that metatarsus Deadly chemicals that got this driver car sick For good measure beat his brain bloody like bar six Carved it, don't give a, got the back of my caucus A hard head, headed for a heart of a Maltese But mark this These kids are stuck on stupid like starfish Nod, Nod, Nod... Yow if wonderland is bliss I'm underground staring at earth worms Tunnel for the light like a player with his first perm Words squirm race car on that space-bar Place the bar beyond optimum pace Now your face drawn Make marks maintain model don't miss tradition Just spread nuclear fiction on this road to perdition Submission impossible like overdose of claritin Mission is possible but pay someone embarra**ing There is ten for everyone but still remain hidden In the underground fan-base tweak more than riddilin Trying to make marks like you smell rubber skidding We got no fake thoughts man how the f** you living? My lips might be quivering when I'm through considering But in the midst of chaos I bomb with a calm delivery Adverse reacts to whack like bones of chivalry Drops on to inform like my palm is shivering