Mud Sun - How It Is lyrics

That's how it was But this is how it is That's how it was But this is how it was That's how it was But this is how it is I making fat prophets crossing Biggie Smalls with Nostradamus My catastrophic predictions are postally apocalyptic But I'm not as cryptic I'm pathologically optimistic I had the option to stop giving a crap But I pa**ed on it Like gastronomical blockage I got the laxative product I'm flowing with ma**ive volume Like the plasma you got in your arteries You can't stop it without stopping your heartbeat I'm droppin' cacophonic harmonies on tracks often My sixteen bars get adapted to rap sonnets And pa**ed off as neocla**ical knowledge That's real masterful like a National Geographic But I can be irrational 'cause I'm dealing with mad problems That seem to surpa** logic Like a workaholic ant cursin' and misanthropic I'm building a colony and callin' on any rapper with sk** To follow me and try to match topics And patterns and rhythmic trash talkin' And then when I'm finished I party with the gra**hoppers That's how it was But this is how it is That's how it was But this is how it was That's how it was But this is how it is That's how it was I write barefoot ballads that bite bullets and fight bullsh** Treatin' the mic booth as my pulpit Preachin' towards the force of five full clips Sharper than implements from a clever guy's tool kit I also write songs Veloci-raps with teeth of razors That chase kids through the streets for days Without pause for thinking With claws that sink in And choruses that disenslave a man like Abraham Lincoln Me and Baba are Captain Haddock and TinTin The two tongue talker touring Toon Town In a turbo teleporter with the roof down Turning the tweaker to ten That's the only way we'll put our tunes out BMI and Virgin won't touch 'em f** 'em We'll keep slurring sentences like stoned Dutchmen Yelling like our microphones don't function We find f**ing with photogs more fulfilling than punchin' 'em That's how it was But this is how it is That's how it was But this is how it was That's how it was Oh Really? How was it? Once upon a time not long ago You can find me gobbling mind boggling flows like an alcoholic Swallowing fine bottles of wine Now try and follow me close As I expose most Hip Hop guys as lobotomized hoaxes Whoop Whoop! It's the sound of the policemen Filling my town with impetulant screeching A man shouted “Free Palestine!” They tried to arrest him for treason But we rushed 'em and they hid for the rest of the evening Who's world is this? It's now a superfluous search for pedicurers and perfect services I work the verbal superlatives And if you listen and think this verse is sick Don't purchase it, just burn this disc Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge Sick of my generation vegetating on sofa beds I'm standing on broken bus stops Throwing stones at the Feds Chuck your hands up to catch what I said 'Cause it's over your head That's how it was But this is how it is That's how it was But this is how it was That's how it was But this is how it was That's how it was But this is how it was