Pat Battle - Rapper, Clear The Path lyrics

Punk a** rapper, clear the path, here comes Patrick Got you bouncin' like a p**nographic actress on a mattress Crashing on your planet with a gram, so when I've landed Lend a hand and be enchanted by my tantrum when I chant it Junk a** rapper, clear the path, here comes Patrick Got you bouncin' like a p**nographic actress on a mattress Crashing on your planet with a gram, so when I've landed Lend a hand and be enchanted by my tantrum when I chant it I mend a plan and hatch it, don't take this anthem for granted Liver than saliva, I supply that dire ire And defy the tired choir, we require not a sire Inspire, don't admire, you are mightier and wiser So hold that lighter higher and set fire to desire, so - Dumb a** rapper, clear the path, here comes Patrick Got you bouncin' like a p**nographic actress on a mattress Crashing on your planet with a gram, so when I've landed Lend a hand and be enchanted by my tantrum when I chant it Funky fresh - Monkey sweat Jesus H, we came from apes Didn't know the rules had changed Thought about it, lost the game Punk f**in' rapper, clear the path, here comes Patrick Got you bouncin' like a p**nographic actress on a mattress This synopsis says it's all of of your synapses that I'm snappin' Serially, crunch a captain, music makes it happen So to speak I'm packin' heat, tap your hands and clap your feet Rhythm when they match and meet My mission's to attack the beat Young a** rapper, clear the path, here comes Patrick You think I'm going hard, I swear to God I'm just relaxing Though hungry for this game, you know the name, it isn't Katniss The odds ain't in my favor, ain't no neighbors in this rap sh** Only capers and the wackest little tactics, not attractive My rap's a call to action, no matter what happens ba*tard When chattel has been rattled it's time to ma**acre masters Mother Nature states it, now don't be afraid to ask her, I'm - Takin' the achin' up outta my head and hiding it under the bed Cuddle a keg, and humble the dead, swallow these wonderful meds Comatose, you know I'm dope My sh** is ill, that's all she wrote Am I ever rested? Nope, I lie awake at night and hope I never choke on all the smoke exhausted from this holocaust Jumping off this haunted globe while tossin' y'all a Molotov This song is raw subconscious, can't be branded by a sponsor If you feel it, give it honor, treat your pa**ion like your mama Fight for that - Die for that - I do so on the mic with rap These actors fill a pipe with crack And think they got the hype and stats Slacking on these tracks with no finesse, I'm not impressed Your lexicon's a con Lex, an "S" is on my chest Zef enough, no F'in up Battle Pat - Best of luck Let go of fear, I'm grippin' d**h Sleep it off, cause life is debt And sh** I'm broke so f** the world They hunt the brown and stunt the girls Man's a wolf and don't we know This human farm is E-I-O Execution, Inquisition, Oppression and weapons Fill out your W-2's and wait for WWIII Go smash your f**ing gla**es if it troubles you to see All these modern insurrections of our methods of expression Punk a** rapper, clear the path, here comes Patrick Got you bouncin' like a p**nographic actress on a mattress Crashing on your planet with a gram, so when I've landed Lend a hand and be enchanted by my tantrum when I chant it Rough!