Summa Cum Laude

Lyrics

[Intro] Vanglorious, sissy You are now protected by Watson & Holmes [Verse 1: Blacastan] Evil fiends roam the block like the puppets in Dark Crystal You think you watching Transporter how we be sparking pistols You just cronies, Demigodz is the real Goonies Back smacking industry cats who try to sue me For samples that didn't clear Really we didn't care Long as what we produced is dope for your ears, cheers Fill the whole Colosseum as we gladiate The type of accolades you get when you graduate Summa cum laude for the bitches like pilates Pocahontas, she's a hottie-hottie Rock the body-body I'm duck hunting, blowing pixels at your TV Using your wack rap books for tipi Me - afraid of a mic is like Spider-Man with arachnophobia Or a dope fiend afraid to shoot the opium up My rhymes stop animation like Chicken Run Air block out, even the chicks'll run [Scratches] You know the time Raw shit You know the deal We came to win [Verse 2: Blacastan] Yo, back in Egypt we formed like an ancient Voltron Now we return, avenging like the Age of Ultron This is Gravediggaz with a little bit of Main Source I slide in the booth like dicks during intercourse Exposing your tracks like rails with the trains off Your rhymes are dry like burnt steaks without sauce (moving on your ass) Stop, pause, it's Blac, hold the applause, I'm back Scratching the surface like claws on cats And while you pop oxys I drop oxymorons in verses Rhymes so hard my bars need nurses or hearses Syringe is included with every purchase Now, measure the odds to make sure that it's worth it Before jumping through rings of fire at my circus [Scratches] You know the time Raw shit You know the deal We came and win [Verse 3: Apathy] The big, Christlike Just the days of Zelda and Excitebikes First edition Nike Flights, Ataris and Lite-Brites Gizmo and Spike disintegrated in bright light I'm biter-proof, ignite the booth and use it as a night light Night of the Baseheads compared to this taste[?] lead I'm stingy with the dough, never been known to break bread AKs and crates, I get fifteen for eight Gs Negotiate with Lebanese dudes over grape leaves Your bitch thirsty and slurp me until she get brain freeze I pop you in Boston and take a train out of Braintree Back to CT, scot-free like his homebase The flow makes necks snap back 'til the bone breaks With Stu in the studio and some old crates pulverized Get a bullet, surprise, I'm stopping your pulse rate You pulp fiction hoes overdose and get the needle Get your people 'cause I'm known to get lethal Leave you in fetal position My written craft, it's so fatal to herbs I got eagles like an Alaskan nature reserve Check the fine print, industry rules are for the feeble All hail the sacred beetle when you step in this cathedral It's a theory that rappers wanna bite when they hear me rap So clearly that gives me permission to reveal the wack And peel the cap back, back packs that conceal the gats Ceilings collapse, feel girdas melt when they feel the tracks [Outro] We interrupt our program to bring you this important message