The Buttress - Behind Every Great Man lyrics

[Hook] Behind men, conspiring Behind men, conspiring [Verse 1] I've been fasting for weeks on these streets -- I'm famished like Mollie Fancher & dancers What I spit committing damage like cancer With Prancer I'm encroaching on the roof Approaching with my troop while they snooze in the coop bu*tress the head herald Beware of the barrel They scared of my ammo -- When I rhyme wreck like Steinbeck I smother f*ggots like cabbage Take cover, cause when I ravage & rape Bring the wrath like grapes I establish a lax fist to slap dicks & smack b**hes f** dishes -- I'm behind men conspiring Perspiring for the time when sirens whine in the city With crowds popping off like hymens to get sh**ty About to go Rousseau on these hoes -- primitive Flow's unlimited, don't know the definition of timid Took a switch to the lethargic to kickstart a b**h But they targeted the artist, burnt the kid like a witch You f**ing snitch! [Hook] [Verse 2] Hit you harder than a dead wife flashback Bring the strife to your life like dynamite in the knapsack It's the granny with the heart of brick The nanny with the arsenic Cathartic b**h, I'm starting sh** The evil that resides in men's minds -- I harness it Mothers smother young ones with covers Forlorn lovers mourn the stillborn You've been warned -- beware of the woman scorned On missions having visions, Hildegard von Bingen b**h I bring 'em in the ring with men I'm leading them, relieving them of grievances A logical b**h, the logicalest Spending skrilla with Lillith, it's the prodigal witch Decked out in ringers crimson Harbinger of evil women Singing sinful hymns with demons We got 'em screaming for Jesus They need us like preachers Believe us, the reapers They're crying from the lions den Weeping from bleachers No sleep for the weak ones sh** is tiring But no rest for the wicked I'm behind men conspiring [Hook]