Article 5

Lyrics
Buried underground. Scary. Explosive like a bomb relic Cold crushed. Coming with a moustache like Tom Selleck Hip but I'm non-pelvic. Stacks in a gunny sack I'm Robin Hood, giving the nerds their lunch money back Orator performing. I go around door-to-door Babbling on. I used to dabble in horror core Sweep the mind's corridor for weapons. On second thought.. I forgot. Hip hop Sam Peckinpah Fell far. I call my home studio the bell jar If the lions only knew how sad the gazelles are At the hotel bar. Purple in the darkness Working it. This is me circling the carcass Found several clowns doing ground-level reconnaissance Constant barrage. Conscious rapper with no conscience Invoke Article 5. Return to base station Deeper wells. Sleeper cells in hospitals and safe havens Oblige me to say that the queen delivered Tosca's kiss Felt like a Tyson uppercut to the proboscis Totally preposterous. I hope you're a fast learner Cash-burner. Better squash the beef like a smash burger Fans of garbage and recycling celebrate your craft Straight up. Home run in an elevator shaft Smell you later. How could the hip hop itch worsen? Impossible… like satisfying a rich person
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Credits
- Writers
- Buck 65