R.A.P. Ferreira - ​uptown 37 lyrics

[Intro] Martin! Hey Martin, where's the blacksmith Playing horseshoes with Daniel Webster With who? Daniel Webster Oh [Segue] R.A.P. Ferreira, Ruby Yacht, Soulfolks Nalepa, Team Supreme One, two Yeah, lets do it [Verse 1] Flow sound like a subpoena for Mistadobalina Hit like Colonel Stinkmeaner After you was poppin' that goon sh*t just a second ago The Ruby Yacht is a movement, synthesized in the celestial Begat, where there be gats Speed traps, sleek rats, and a**hole-eaters My flow a taxi meter, running rampant My days are full of scampi and antics I learned praying from the mantis Certain phrasings originate from the [?] My scripture dynamic, the vision elastic The point became a vantage Advances in advantage made us candid Communicating in glances You will know us by the shining of our lances [Interlude] I should say Dymaxion But it's me and my standards That echoing in the palace of the mind [Verse 2] Worm in the rainwater cistern Pain in my system Clod of burned garlic and corn smut My little harlot chortles for more nut This flow my Horcrux Daddy Ro Warbucks, with my road dogs, no tour bus No amount of money could afford us What's morbid is there's poets who want to be on the Forbes List I will be gorgeous and homeless Stealing from your fortress Bad habits, no abacus But we asking why would the Devil need a advocate? How you bald, busting hat tricks? Sharpshooter versus mavericks Hyphens and asterisks Footnotes and post-scripts My muffin grilled not toasted Suit piece and a shiner Laughter in Marcy's Diner type tempo All these tiny mementos, I'm always dusting Malafide husbandry Corner hustling, as in not busking The clattering of guillotines in the backdrop of whatever it is you're building [Interlude] Exiled in the X-Files R.A.P. Ferreira will rap forever The cinematic speaker, wall gazer poet Ruby Yacht [Outro: Charilie Rose, David Foster Wallace, & Johnny Depp] Respect means a lot to you So the sense that, "I'm taken seriously and respected for my work" You can read this in my face? Yeah Huh I can read it in terms of what's been written about you and what you've said And I took that right outta your piece Where do they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas And sweet Jesus, there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning Still humping the American Dream That vision of the big winner somehow emerging from the last minute pre-dawn chaos at a stale Vegas casino Spinning the wheel, spinning the wheel, spinning the wheel Make me rich, make me very rich Oh, you ba*tard No, no calm down Learn to enjoy losing