Funky Rhyming

Lyrics

[Verse 1] From the top of the empire state I shit on rapper's hair who think he great And while he rubbing on a head full of dookey My mans step up and take the polaroid smoovely So I can put it on the cover of my next 12 And maybe call the record How I Excel Or anything to indicate my superiority Whether you be new to my shit or feel me already My theory outta be to slaughter Each and every loser computer user Abusing the truth that i'm used to I see you from vista, east of the weak stuff Master the last of the peace that i'm after You snap on a rapper for minimal stuff Like if I rhymed peking duck with eighteen bucks Your over-analyze and try to say "he sucks" But I'm known to fantasize when I make things up I'm so talented [Verse 2] PEOPLE talk shit like girls in a bathroom Don't ever try to call me soft in a chatroom Instead of trying to find a diss You better try and find some bliss Inside the kinda of life you live Cause you a sucka, repetitively Your friend who rap ain't better than me I ain't no wack motherfucker So bear witness I put a lot of time in this My rhyme physics Make me something of a scientist Fly entrance Sky walker Light saber Psychotic Bright flavors Listen to the rhythm of a skyscraper tongue I vibrate the sun when I gyrate my lungs Lots of motherfuckers want a father figure through rap Well suck your mommys pussy cause I ain't doing that My rhythm is futurism, you read it as retro I found the fundamentals and i'm never gonna let go Rugged and rough, boy you think I didn't know That my beats is raw and the fidelity is low I'm so tasteful [Verse 3] Talk so eloquent, always in my element Elephant crush your cerebellum into sediments sideways Catch me in the lab five days The other two though I might cool out, or do shows Pseudo- Socio-political raps Never really made things better for my ass You wanna make a difference then go into the street And show love to every last person that you meet My physique, mad thin You'll still need the asprin You ain't even a has been My foot is where your ass been Wax and tax with the axe of justice He act like he above this, he wack so fuck him I'm too smooth, I knew truth in the womb room New shoes every 62 moons My oeuvre puts me in the who's who of the true school Old school new school you choose who rules You cool, but your mans an asshole Don't make me tie his arms and legs around a flag pole Velcro shoes, but i'm good at tying laces Double knot tongues from two smiling faces You'll basically melt when the aces are dealt I'll take your brain cell through phases of hell Takin a L, it can't happen It's sorta like catching an L.A cab to Manhattan I aim in the mood on stage in the nude Step up to get your rep up Guess what? You'll lose Bamboozled and booed Sued like can noodles and soup In a fued I land fools in a noose Land cruise in the coupe seville with a troop to sil Side step juice for skills and still recoup a mil I'm super real like a computer with gills In bermuda I chill with a biddy that's beautifully built Your girls titties like a third world city, grimy and gritty Her clitty is the cave of chlamydia Get rid of you so when I chop up the BODY "Take it home and show it to mommy!"