Mothalova (I’m Stoopid)

Lyrics

[Intro: zeroh] One love, one heart Let's get together and feel alright As it was in the beginning when... So shall it be in the end One heart, give thanks And praise to the lord, and I will feel alright, h​ate no more I will not hate for you I will not pop no break for you [Verse 1: zeroh] Love is a place you mother fuckers never been The reality of killing other brothers just to win ('er) The bitch-ass nigga got you feeling like a friend, yeah They harbor cold feelings they ain't even gon' pretend This armadillo scale peeled back my epidermic skin Its thicker than ten cynics six minutes into my stick of incense And I'm already knowing this bomb that I'm blowing Ripping time and space into bass materials Recreate in planes ethereal Weary ears see the fears steering mere mortal forms to their fate From the funk to the bass in the trunk, yeah I'm awake, making cake for this month's rent Sitting with this text unsent, like, be mindful of your choice boy Voice deploy coy joy adamantium alloy So atta* king, crows caw! Animal rap laps around cats in surround sound They be weepin he too deep Used to be a hero in my sleep, now Zeroh speaks easy David & Goliath underdog bark back the attack of leviathans They crying.. black gleam - an onix sky gem I get high while I supply them Anti-hype archetype, light with tracks beaming through their IMs Skype I might be one to confide in Steadily rising tides, lunar gravity collapse the vice (sin) Devise your demise concise mic work.. a wise win Yo, all these mice-men, it would seem as if Love is a place you mother fuckers never been Living the reality (love) of killing other brothers just to win (ugh) The bitch-ass nigga got you feeling like a friend But love make the world go 'round, can't pretend [Verse 2: zeroh] Flip it catch it record rip it wreck it Sticker stick it flick it Bic It lives for dividends I'm livid living limping Used to be a hero in my sleep now this is real life A movie in which I exist, now this is real life A movie in which I persist to loc' upon The hope with golden focus in abyss Lurking in worse wind I'm conversing with the merchants Riff raff mishaps I'm happy though Don't need nobody telling me the time Or an opinion of how to define my design: angels, robots, bengals Random, like that drunk frat boy you can't stand him But he handsome he a god damn phantom A freak a Beat creature decently exposed in prose Live from the crow's nest no less than supreme dreaming No more than thieves scheming mean and cheesing Kel & Keenan sad or glad, fashion fad to flat pockets, rags Bitch woman I'm rich in purpose, living or die To live in sin again lost and found in silent sound And still bouncing in my peasant crown, clowning but Oh, so seriously sky-bound grounded Round, with square tendencies and all those... other things... That seem to... contradict themselves... um, the end