Salaam Remi - Battlesque lyrics

Now chiba chiba y'all - I'm not a Libra y'all I keep it rappin' on - Cause I'm a Capricorn Keep chiefin' y'all - That's how we breathin' y'all To the beat y'all Yo, uh... Well I'm a free force, soar across the board like Ouija Peg you in the head mysteriously with my CD Stick to my position like defensemen when they pivot Pitted against Pat, your warranty'll reach its limit And then it's - trouble on the double for your hustle I bustle up the fuss, cause I'm curt like Russell d**h Proof - Definitely no one you can step to Quick to tell a trendsetter "Mother f**er, F you" My mental's like a stencil with these sentences I etch through Sketchin' out the best view of wreckin' with a fresh hue Cinderella rhythms never fitted, bring the next shoe I drop my dopeness in doses like pet food The heads are my bread and bu*ter, who I do my duty by Booty rhymes are banished when I'm high on the Fu-Gee-La How many mics do I rip on the daily? Enough that I be losin' track, maybe you should Google that Who is that provin' rap's back with a newer act? Drew back and slapped all these wack cats blue and black Battlesque - When I pat you on the neck And ask that you surrender the microphone with respect So pause your jaws, don't eject that text I got the floor and I'm serving, who's next? Nappy headed rapper with a scrappy little trapper full of rhymes Chicken scratch lookin' gang signs And the main name grabbing mad hang time is mine I take a bite outta crime and grind it down into grime With my saliva and slime, and then I hock up a loogie Spit it right on the flag - I'm a rebel and groovy Like hippie with a limp knee, this test isn't a litmus Can I get a witness, or will you leave an ellipsis? Stand a man up like a firin' squad That's how you execute response? That's odder than odd But I swim through the nonsense like otters and frogs Hell, I'd be honored just givin' you the desire to nod If my rap - was rock - it would probably be prog If ever I was a slave, I'd definitely be flogged Cause the way that I progress lyrically's like a soliloquy Abilities of MCs to me are barely level three I'm over nine thousand and bouncin' even higher Rappers got wires up their a**es, get the pliers Prior to expirin', I'd first like to retire From causing forest fires the way that I scorch papyrus In science, I learned that it was spirit which divides us So who put the Aunt Jemima inside of Miley Cyrus? Whiteys f**ing love us - Let's put it behind us Well more than when they hung us - Let's take it beyond this We came up with a rhythm as a system to define us But you only raise the blinders when women pop their vaginas See, they'll give you a pencil if you can color in the minstrel But brother if you ain't dumb they'll try to pander your potential It's conditional, yes, but no it ain't coincidental Some like rap only for the instrumentals Oh, what, you haven't heard? I'm bringing it back to the words In a room with a thesaurus - Do not disturb But if you got the herb I would prefer that you would share it Paper - I learn from it and burn it, I can bear it