Pat Battle - Gadfly lyrics

Hi, I'm the Gadfly, really nice to meet ya The type to jack a rapper's track simply through a feature Reach out through the speaker then proceed to eat you creatures A monster's at the plate, all of y'all retreat to the bleachers Eenie-Miney-Mo, catch a rapper rhymin' slow Then we slap him in his throat, no we never let him go Cause my brothers who had knowledge Were targeted by the farmers Cause a n***a with a brain back then wasn't on the market Such n***as wasn't n***as, they were Black men, Africans Fully literate, diligent, indigenous to "Kush" That's a natchy word for Africa stupid, pick up a book Lost boy in a Neverland, but no this isn't "Hook" See, my blood comes from Eden So when preachers get to preachin' I be breathin' weed smoke up in they face with good reason See them heathens were the demons they urged needed defeatin' With their feedin' of the clergy and rebuking of the needy For millennia nobody could really speak on it freely Like Dickens, the twist thickens the plot, it's getting meaty Now rap is "f** you" enough to cultivate the rage Words spoken at my grave will be quoted on the stage Everybody raise your mother f**in' hands hire I'm hip hop, I ain't dead, the fans fan the fire The higher I aspire then that's where the f** I'm takin' it If pigs fly, burst, and precipitate bacon bits - I still wouldn't purchase that a**ertion of me makin' it In exchange for forsakin' what my angle on language is Use it as a tool, perform tricks, it ain't sh** But then I gotta flip the script, say somethin' sick you won't forget Spit that slick bit of wit, that kind you can't predict When you hear it for the first time while ridin' in your whip Minus all the hip, I got the hop down pat - Battle anybody who'll quickly decipher that, let me explain The minute they put my name in the game I'll make it rain acid flame on this lame paper chain Cause my budget's very low, but my stuff is very dope Like pushers on the corners of urban area codes There's no bottom line, though there is a header "MC Mocks Capitalism In One Endeavor" Ain't a doubt word of mouth is what'll put me on Verbal mafioso, Vito LyriCorleone For every word I've written I've visited the commission For permission to put a hit on this particular diction Rarely is restriction even barely the decision So I'm very liberated in literal mannerisms Lyrics untamed, hit your brain like aneurysms f** pop music dude, I'm opening a can of rhythm So take that fake hipster sh** back to the drawin' board And figure how the f** you're gonna deal with this carnivore Devour more power every hour by the shroom Bouncin' off of Bowser over towers to the moon You cower like the flower who never learned how to bloom While Pat Battle's attachin' the Bap back to the Boom Cause he knew back when he found crack in his room That the struggle was eternal, so he ain't actin' a fool I don't care how many cats get snatched from the pool You work for them, I work for us, don't get it confused Disregard the buzz and the digital distribution You either part of the problem or part of the solution But if it ain't yours and it's Final - it's vital Now your idols stand idle while the state gets genocidal They'll say it's getting better like it's all a recital And the premiere ain't even near - modern global libel But the fittest know survival I'm alive and my revival is transcendin' the chatter Cause I know I'm made of matter And the means by which I string vocabulary's necessary Can't tell me what to write - I master every chapter They can blackball me all day and crack on me, okay Then gag on these Black balls on every other off day Even when them crackas called us n***as in them hallways I knew telling the truth in the booth, I would do it always Hashtag - f** all that sad crap pawns play Step in my direction as a threat, you've gone the wrong way