The Unorthodox (Rawdio)

Lyrics

Mr. Lif - "The Unorthodox" [Emcee(s): Mr. Lif] [Producer(s): Fakts One] [Scratches: Fakts One] [Verse 1: Mr. Lif] Here's some funky fresh hip hop shit for 3000 Long after we've laid to waste all areas surrounding Bass pounding, souls jumping, and you're pumping your fist You've never heard a stiff body ripping like this. See I was stripped of my identity, conquered by the enemy And now I'm faceless in the 21st century You may kind of vaguely remember me or maybe not Was it Ted or was it Scott, homo sapien or robot? Serial number: ay carumba So you look at me real deep in my eyes and then wonder Hold up. I still have important things to say I go home and watch news after stagnating all day Just press play, cool out, sit back, and relax And gobble up another earful of these undelivered raps And just think that perhaps what we think matters Delve into yourself and rediscover once forbidden data [Interlude 1: Skit] Kid: Oh golly, Lif, that was really special. On a positive tip, right? Well, uh, let me ask you... Mr. Lif: Yeah, as a matter of fact, kid, uh, why don't you hold up one second, let my DJ get busy on this shit. Go on, Fakts (**Fakts One Scratches**) Kid: Ho hum, ho hum Mr. Lif: Yo, that was fresh. Now what were you saying, man? Kid: You've been gone for a while, no one's seen you. What you've been doing during your hiatus, man? [Verse 2: Mr. Lif] I sat back, I drank beers, I shed tears. I react I see traps, I eats raps such as kneecaps Scapula, clavicle, I call this the "Marrowcle." Bones By the barrel-full. Great meal, nigga. I'm rather full This section: digestion. Blood rushes To intestines. When we met, I left a negative Impression. Yet another state of metamorphosis I'm off-keel. Please pardon my awkwardness. Here, let me Start with this: here's a hint like [?] Let's calculate what you think my mental net profit is Patience something I was forced to learn. You must Truly tap into yourself to make the records turn So here I go. Words make wind blow. I'll change the world When looking through my window. Angle strangle Any sucker duck, my mind done went outside and Fuck him up. You picked the wrong street, nigga, you're out of luck [Interlude 2: Skit] Kid: Oh man, that was, like, totally dope Mr. Lif: Thanks, man Kid: You know I emcee too? Mr. Lif: Well, you know what? I eat motherfuckers, how's that? Kid: What? Mr. Lif: As a matter of fact, beat it, kid. I eat niggas for real, yo. Check this shit out [Outro: Skit] Testimony #2A (Insight) Testimony #2B (El-P)