Coward of the Year (Hip-Hop Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ann Colville] Does it feel you're the coward of the year? You're the coward of the year [Verse 1: Percee P] I'm so laborious, bright It's a wreck in dire vocabulary Adversaries will commence to ignite Like magnesium oxide combined with peroxide I'm hazardous, poisonous, the carbon monoxide Earning stacks, gold/sterling plaques from burning tracks You're learning that if you're unconcerned with rap, no turning back now Man, I'll bomb you, please, from up in the trees I'll freeze the season with a tighter squeeze than anacondas [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Ayo, one heart plated with purely golden tiles Mixed with a little mischief, behold style Load a back alley shaman liquid Tomb Raider with a most fertile assortment of spitting logics For the lab rats gone colossus in the spotlight Now Aesop Rock be the handle While your breath control is tough, to breathe along is not enough I correspond to a kick snare – blind, but share the passion But a small percentage of the masses and their fashion [Bridge: Ann Colville] You've got a feeling that you got me where you want me I've wait within the palm of your hand And you've got cartoons in the morning while I'm sleeping I've just got dreams that I don't understand [Verse 3: Percee P] Supply the checks, known from Cali, Chi to Lex My respect and styles some try to get, but die direct from the side affects You crave Perc 'cause I'm well equipped with predicate You're too delicate for this fella, flip, kid, you better get saved first Called freaks give me no floor feet all sweet small peeks 'Cause my stocks exchange they bore street still the slick Kicking the illest hits, who kill us quick when I build this? Spit more rounds than Bruce Willis flicks Ideas and flow raise eyelids that's why kids make hybrid rhymes Supplied with step this, God did years ago to grasp a taste Have to place them in a glass case And observe 'em from a NASA space center with a mask on face Coward of the year make others fear the way this brother is empowered I am the bomb, don't try tampering with my brand of style could by stand The only witness ??? is God's (this guy's) camera taping me [Chorus: Ann Colville] I'm here Does it feel you're the coward of the year? I'm gone too far Somebody pull me home, too gone, too far, too gone, too far [Verse 4: Aesop Rock] Sadly I withered a non-believer When pride, covetousness, lust, anger Gluttony, envy, and sloth all form the frame of your demeanor I address, but a rapidly lessening portion of majors Dissolved in the abortion of creation's new laborers Pilot burner, riddle of trades, divinity, composers And tunnel through and out of spite the anti-hero dosage In a cradle, I label the dreaded simulation we compile Tenets embedded within synthetic inclination We have never dined on bait, so when corrupt crooks Hook simple Samaritan's eyes buried in books Shift on a badda datta sun moon merger to guard the difference The New York MC population dancing uncontrollable expansion I, cyclothymic pound dodger Push a wooden nickel towards a town squatter, bother me not My wallow 'cross the village, drunk and mumbling in the streets 'Bout how an angel gets its wings with every blue note I release An angel gets its wings with every blue note I release? Could this be lies? 'Cause I'ma spit cobalt 'til every angel flies I blew the operation, set to clinch Victor Walkie talkers turn awkward fixtures to complete the wicked mixture The fire and ice combination adjourns fresh I return with the last living specimen caressed When the Earth is vacated and the populace cleared I'll be The Last Starfighter, sipping a goblet of my tears [Chorus: Ann Colville] I'm here Does it feel you're the coward of the year? I'm gone too far Somebody pull me home, too gone, too far, too gone, too far