T.L.R.

Lyrics

They want hell (Whip it good!) Let 'em dig Prissy names 'Lil' or 'Big' Capitalism, dog turn up to your shit Entirely, uh, make you eat the pig This little rapper explains how drugs feel at a party This little rapper describes some kind of perpetual shopping This little rapper does what others do, only sloppy And this little rapper is just someone else's exact copy This little rapper is 98% tat, 2% mockery This little rapper defines weak yet knows no modesty This little rapper is only in it for the property And this little rapper's 100 miles and runnin' from honesty This little rapper believes in marketing himself property This little rapper lyrically explores fashion constantly This little rapper is popularity's finest monstrosity And this little rapper writes fast and chops awkwardly This little rapper hates who he was to be or has gotta be This little rapper just looks good in your bloggery This little rapper makes me wonder what's wrong with this all logically And this little rapper could be incredible, possibly Kit out all the cobras and they spitted somethin' frail Alpha male in a whale mouth jail out Trouble trustin' snakes because they're only teeth and tail Alpha male in a whale mouth jail out Kit out all the cobras and they spitted somethin' frail Alpha male in a whale mouth jail out Trouble trustin' snakes because they're only teeth and tail Alpha male in a whale mouth jail out Once upon a time in a galaxy near, nearby The hopes of all rap fearlessly explored a culture to buy And brave men described the complex manner in which they spend Occasionally utilizing humor to pepper a couplet's end I mean, fools talk about money and are sometimes funny I expect no less to be expected of the best In the self-obsessed-obsessed phone-centric thin-veiled economy-swallowing contest What's gone next? The human head? It's dead Some smart device the size of a speck That connects directly to your neck? A moment of silence for Siri to mishear whatever I said: (Siri: Here's what I found on the web for 'the human head and since my devices') Bitch I don't know Unfollow unfollow unfollow My verified ass on the Twitter still though Why don't all of that let me go? When robots are likin' They like everything that I know I poke with a passionate stick Designed it for something Don't know what it is I mean what I say is my kids I'm styling to live Not living to style My kind have been dead for a while Like leaders and mammonth The day won't be tamed Locked in my canvas cocoon Tied in a tomb The open moved by timeless truth Holding it is what's timeless These bones and should-be's that make me mine Is rap heavens he means it's Brightest and finest tigers Either you do or you don't roll for dough Like an animal graze the hand (Whip it good!) Either you do or you don't roll for dough Like an animal graze the hand (Whip it good!) Either you do or you don't roll for dough Like an animal graze the hand (Whip it good!) Either you do or you don't roll for dough Like an animal graze the hand (Whip it good!)