CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Yumboldt
I'm barely awake, my ankle weights strapped with knives
5 of 5, I try to run before the black bears rise
Pressed on time, gotta make it back alive
You fight on the right side and don't survive, that's fine
You ain't selling good sh*t, you a shlockmeister
You can get your spot took and get your whole block heisted
You are not nicer, thus, you're not rapping with me
You hear ghosts of emcees in the back of the beat
Started bobbing the skull, Jam with it or don't
Jumanji box, open case
Play no games, turn that urn into a vase
Hip-Hop is dead, Welcome to The Grave Age
Sike, dumba**, they said come out like this if you don't want em to a**ume you done all that sh*t
Good intentions
It's kills pending, kills pending
It's gonna be old Schnooty soon enough
I'm the blue painters type but I'm making it clear
So I rip it on a tape that they hear, stop there
Remained faithful for years
Kept the Sphinx draped out of fears that the d**ks raping they ears
Weather might decay its beautiful face, so it's just for the day
It's not like a magician manipulating make it disappear in a cage
But why would I say this? My name is not important on my playlist In Virginia I host my bullsh*t the vaguest
Maybe cause Tiger Woods is born a Chinese Wood Rat?
No Cap, I stick to all facts when I rap
Stay true to that you stay truly whack
Wanna see me come and doing drag races up Hoopty Ave
And I'm in the alleyway shooting crap
Curse like you want us to notice the signs
Swear you been mad all this time
Fore they had X'd out them eyes
You gonna realize for a moment you only survived
And while I'm on a giant I sprinkle on that angel dust that's a whole different vibe, I gotta try one more time
I've only been rapping let's say 10, 11 years now
I'm on a giant propped up, broad wide shoulders
By the time they build the wall, we World War Z over
So let's maneuver to a tree where I can see some whole hooters hopefully, gifted like a horse mouth, everybody ignores
These women don't want me acting mature
Over here smells ma- cut the track, mulch my studio
Begin me my session, I scale the building I'm a legend on ledges
My Quadrivium at home, just forget it
Only share feelings of fear and aggression, limited mobility records
I'm with a lizard, I swear to God I'm a pet-sitter
I'm bout to get a python and have it eat the center of attention
Ladies and gentlemen, how else would you have spected this to end?
Don't go think you're a pair cause your head is in Eve's end
Yankee Candle where's the section for cinnamon apple
I sound like a madman, such an invent**ive rap flow, what up Link
Intentional, if it wasn't it would make more sense though
No need for charm, we're not dealing with snakes now are we
I'm the blue-wait no, I'm a giant propped up, that won't stand on it's toes cause it's afraid to look like T**anic Rose
Gotta know what age them island ghosts made you in live with the boat, Life of Pi tight castaway float, I'm like a Ca**idy flow
Dead bodies all wrapped up, you know
On another level, where I'm quick to feed the mind, it's fundamental
Sh*t man, I feel like a sniper just sitting in diapers
Whole bosom of vipers, velcome in you're invited
On my Mom, I purify all the things that I'm writing
And cleanse the best I can after I have recited it
My English teacher that I said I smelted name Ms. Rock
Should've been named Ms. Rap, she could get this d**k c*ck
While we're p*ss drunk, make my ex miss skunk
Cause that ugliness inside doesn't ever get covered up
I kick dirt too, talk sh*t, throw it at you
Since you don't know the difference between a f**king circus and zoo
Land yourself as one of the greats seriously and we'll talk about how fly you really are
5 of 5, I try to run before the black bears rise
Pressed on time, gotta make it back alive
You fight on the right side and don't survive, that's fine
You ain't selling good sh*t, you a shlockmeister
You can get your spot took and get your whole block heisted
You are not nicer, thus, you're not rapping with me
You hear ghosts of emcees in the back of the beat
Started bobbing the skull, Jam with it or don't
Jumanji box, open case
Play no games, turn that urn into a vase
Hip-Hop is dead, Welcome to The Grave Age
Sike, dumba**, they said come out like this if you don't want em to a**ume you done all that sh*t
Good intentions
It's kills pending, kills pending
It's gonna be old Schnooty soon enough
I'm the blue painters type but I'm making it clear
So I rip it on a tape that they hear, stop there
Remained faithful for years
Kept the Sphinx draped out of fears that the d**ks raping they ears
Weather might decay its beautiful face, so it's just for the day
It's not like a magician manipulating make it disappear in a cage
But why would I say this? My name is not important on my playlist In Virginia I host my bullsh*t the vaguest
Maybe cause Tiger Woods is born a Chinese Wood Rat?
No Cap, I stick to all facts when I rap
Stay true to that you stay truly whack
Wanna see me come and doing drag races up Hoopty Ave
And I'm in the alleyway shooting crap
Curse like you want us to notice the signs
Swear you been mad all this time
Fore they had X'd out them eyes
You gonna realize for a moment you only survived
And while I'm on a giant I sprinkle on that angel dust that's a whole different vibe, I gotta try one more time
I've only been rapping let's say 10, 11 years now
I'm on a giant propped up, broad wide shoulders
By the time they build the wall, we World War Z over
So let's maneuver to a tree where I can see some whole hooters hopefully, gifted like a horse mouth, everybody ignores
These women don't want me acting mature
Over here smells ma- cut the track, mulch my studio
Begin me my session, I scale the building I'm a legend on ledges
My Quadrivium at home, just forget it
Only share feelings of fear and aggression, limited mobility records
I'm with a lizard, I swear to God I'm a pet-sitter
I'm bout to get a python and have it eat the center of attention
Ladies and gentlemen, how else would you have spected this to end?
Don't go think you're a pair cause your head is in Eve's end
Yankee Candle where's the section for cinnamon apple
I sound like a madman, such an invent**ive rap flow, what up Link
Intentional, if it wasn't it would make more sense though
No need for charm, we're not dealing with snakes now are we
I'm the blue-wait no, I'm a giant propped up, that won't stand on it's toes cause it's afraid to look like T**anic Rose
Gotta know what age them island ghosts made you in live with the boat, Life of Pi tight castaway float, I'm like a Ca**idy flow
Dead bodies all wrapped up, you know
On another level, where I'm quick to feed the mind, it's fundamental
Sh*t man, I feel like a sniper just sitting in diapers
Whole bosom of vipers, velcome in you're invited
On my Mom, I purify all the things that I'm writing
And cleanse the best I can after I have recited it
My English teacher that I said I smelted name Ms. Rock
Should've been named Ms. Rap, she could get this d**k c*ck
While we're p*ss drunk, make my ex miss skunk
Cause that ugliness inside doesn't ever get covered up
I kick dirt too, talk sh*t, throw it at you
Since you don't know the difference between a f**king circus and zoo
Land yourself as one of the greats seriously and we'll talk about how fly you really are
