Raynk - Logorrhea lyrics

[Verse 1: Raynk] In actuality, I'm amazing, benevolently blazing, carnivorous choruses crazing, All of the fans My rhymes will leave a sweet flavor in your mouth, you could call it delicious My alphabet aerobics will leave you like, "who is this Blackalicious?" Nope, my rap sk**s are way more vicious, Im a vulture, voluptuously vigorous not hinderous, not music like "oh i can sin to this" Consider this a rouge wave of lyrics Poseidon and Zeus type spirits I mean My officious ways could seem obscene If your watching through a black white and tv screen Ignorant hypocrisy undermining democracy through a false bureaucracy Its just downcast that were running away from our fears like Outlast but I'll outlast The competition mutilate my trepidation well, in your boots your shaking kinda like 1-12-10 in the Haitian nation they was facing lacks of mason needed stalwart people to revamp concrete creation To eradicate non-synthetic imagination, 4 red right angles opened to help provide pragmatic animation A spot now drought of vacation, do you even get what I'm saying? A ploy, to advert disaster not destroy but you can't play this game like a toy only a tad But you can be this Irish descendants friend Ill call u a lad In my next rhyme but the next time you better have That magic carpet A fiend's friend, all my homies wanted to spark it But they was a fiend for green Nothing too anatomically mean In this world, insanity is much realer than an HBR And Hennessy's venom works much faster than a f**ing car And that makeup that you hide behind, that makes a young adolescent wanna put a gun to his mind 4-20-99 Yo that was columbine, I know that sits on a fine line so Im not trying to combine a bind to that time I just sometimes go crazy waiting for my time But right now i feel like I'm in Macedonia You could call me Aristotle I know your pretty phony bruh, you shop at Aeropostale Now I'm getting hostile On this sophist sh** But this definetly ain't my softest sh** Crown me on my couch cause im sofa king legit Well you're just so f**ing lame You ain't even in my lane Im painting this vivid picture You ain't even in the frame Cause so much adversity i overcame Now as im wildin, you just continue to overtame Im on some real sugar cane b**h you bout as real as aspartame Now as i slowly hack into my mainframe You see My brain Could retract a train So f**ing insane, It spurs and nicks Somewhat of an Easter Bunny's cereal, A basket of Trix's Yo, you thought that was clever? Well let me hit u with this diction I had premonition That prosecution Would be presented through Ablution now wouldn't that be sick A religious practice to be able to pick precipice on premises and practice for presidents perpetrating presents that's what I bring with my presence People pronounce that I'm preposterous But I'm really just a postulate to prominence I promise this Lets travel to this lyrical oasis Where I obligate obituaries only to ostracize or optically optimize oneiric that's obligatory orphism to oppidan But they want you to focus on ur orison While interluding with an orpharion People like to say the same sh**, But im trying to revamp intellect And beseech it heinous But to my mother I always felt like a pain in the an*s But now im flowing so clean its stainless, going numb to the heart ache Im painless Getting f**ing stupid smart on this sh** Brainless Starting to feel anachronous Should've been at the beginning like a spore genesis My team is screaming Get in the back with us Wait who is us I dont have no f**ing team Im doing this sh** independently pa**ing my competition making em look like they standing still I'm breaking the rules in this rap house call it Ciders Mill don't need pop a pill, a bottle, or take a drag Just create, Ru pal this sh**, u could call it a f*g Ill stay working hard and fire fast all 30 rounds Ak-47 Mag Bro soon imma bouta be as big as Rick Ross And rule the world just like Nas But at what cost? Am i gunna sacrifice everything I worked for really I dont know whats in store All i know is this was Sporadic And this is logorrhea I bodied this sh** faster John mother f**ing Cena (Gunshot)