Wordless

Lyrics

Intro Ah, my head is so fucking empty Ah, the beats coming in Ah, don't choke man come on This is everything you worked for Nick, don't be a bitch (I can't think!) Don't be a pussy, come on Nick, come on, come on (I can't eat, I can't sleep) Don't choke, don't fucking choke (AAAaaah!) This is all you got, this is all you work for, this is it! (Ah, the beats coming in man, don't choke, fucking don't choke, don't choke) This is what you do, come on, come on Nick, come on, come on, come on (Let's go!) Verse 1 I'm out of ideas for once I'm losing my voice Even though my head is dead I'll keep my poise You can resurrect a flower with water I got wet word choice, it's moist Now I'm back let's rejoice I gotta keep this joint rolling like a Royce I sit in silent rooms and make noise Sentences are a grown man's toys Now step the fuck back Before I destroy Everything in my path with the wrath of my craft I snapped out the Schnapps Now I jab with my cap I'm the cream of the crop like the top of your frappe I bridge any gap with my sticky flow of sap I see sleep as a trap It takes my ideas away That why I haven't slept in three days I pass thoughts on like a baton at a relay Running laps on the track that they play on Play past when I'm long dead and gone But for now I'll just power though life with sheer brawn Can't cut me down like the front lawn And if you find a way to a manage to I'll grow back, I respawn And I'll respond with the pond of your blood Build a moat with the mud So it doesn't stain and flood My brain with your crud Chorus This is the burden of my intellect (I won't quit until I lay wordless) I got food for thought by the surplus (I won't quit until I lay wordless) Is it worth it to aim for perfect? (I won't quit until I lay wordless) What I interpret is barely the surface (I said I won't quit until I lay wordless) What I interpret is barely the surface I said what I interpret is barely the surface I won't quit until I lay wordless Verse 2 I tend to shut Myself in I'm introverted I draw the curtains Then I flirt with my purpose Of my service to the serpents When I die is uncertain But till then I got verses on verses on verses on verses! I'm sparking the circuit and Churning the furnace I make a poker face nervous I can change your epidermis I turnip the beet Then I turn up the beat I just made a rhyme about vegetables I can stomach the indigestible My spit is acidic chemicals Eroding the skepticals I got a midsection that's seminal Erecting your genitals And I can fuck you up without being sexual So I focus my retinal though the spectacle I speak because my handwriting's illegible My vocabulary's flexible My rhyming's dependable Way past exceptional I'm amendable But can remain bendable Like an octopus and it's tentacles My airflow is uncompressible I sit on a pedestal with the uncontestable gods Multi dimensional thoughts Did I mention my plot? I sit on a pedestal with the uncontestable gods Multi dimensional thoughts Did I mention my plot? Chorus This is the burden of my intellect (I won't quit until I lay wordless) I got food for thought by the surplus (I won't quit until I lay wordless) Is it worth it to aim for perfect? (I won't quit until I lay wordless) What I interpret is barely the surface (I won't quit until I lay wordless)