Morgana

Lyrics

Drop the beat One two, what you gonna do Bald-headed Jesus, can you believe the audacity The bass turns acidy, it's a bohemian rhapsody Rapidly ingredients mixed into a punchbowl Bomb like a comedian, I'm stomping a mudhole Calmly in cold blood, untold fortune, I found the volt Unconscious, launching a ground assault Singing a swan song with drawn upon talents Long gone raw power like Juan Gonzalez All along the watchtower, identify rat bastards Rippin' up shows with the gemini scratch master I memorise stats faster, back of the ball card speaks for itself He who sleeps falls hard [?] fool I destress at recess and Gеrman school Punk rock with a lunch box, never observing rulеs Or faulty details, policies, all these emails I'm spending quality time with the jolly females I hit the ski trails, I hit a grand slam, I dig a hole Not a wham bam gigolo, I'm Bam Bam Bigelow, bitch Rock that shit Rock that shit Stinking beatmaker sinking faster than a submarine Chopping up breaks until they sound like a drum machine Counter intuitive, ludicrous, lucrative Word to Harrison Ford, I'm known as a fugitive Embarrassed and bored, production and bars, typical I'm Jim Dandy, Big Daddy Kane, I'm artistical Hard critical MCs with poor posture I'll straighten 'em out quick, word to George Foster I'm world champion, rockin' the mutton chops Love handles and muffin tops, wait until that button pops Bronx farmer, straight savage in the box And I'm scavenging the blocks for drums with cabbage in the socks Rip and ravaging the jocks, steady managing the stocks Karma knocking the doors down and damaging the locks I give them stress fractures, rappers are either fresh or common Masterpiece after masterpiece, I'm putting pressure on 'em Call me the professor, many styles to amaze you Transcend shift Ken Swift, praise due to Phase 2 Rock that shit Rock that shit I'm back again I'm back again I'm back again I'm back again