Bottle Rocket

歌詞

Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions No profanic goddammit hard like granite to the utmost I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and always keep it, classic Expressions in the facial, I'm on rachel from Caribbean rhythms I hit 'em wit' a battered flow pattern then circle Saturn twice I'm nice on ice The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar Best believe the styles will rub off like pastas On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence The influential rock rhymes in sequential format You see the doormat if you acting dis-accordingly Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra Battle Cat to Cringer Medieval messenger, west coast avenger Take you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin' sin Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be suckin' wind Snappin' handcuffs just from deep concentration Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital patient On the weekend pass, but I still come sick Psychopathic, you're dealin' with a deranged lunatic Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go berserk Even Van Gogh looked at me, And said "You're one piece of work" So I said "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the state of the art First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang 'cause you're way off track you need realignment Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement I keep your backside open like the English Channel I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your anal You think it can't happen, kid 'cause I'm rappin' Ain't no gun clappin', cut the jaw-jackin ' Let the joints get shot and see who wear this knot Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock And check the new style Whitey Ford's prone to rock 'cause once upon a time, not long ago Before hip hop was made for the radio An MC show had to cold rock the masses Used to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses So bang bang boogey, up jump the party Someone clapped off, and scattered everybody Drunk off Bacardi, high off the trauma It's death from above, the livest dive bomber In the squadron I break formation I get New York love like my name's King Sun I T La Rock Bells till they break the dawn Steady puffin L's, I fight hell like Spawn My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated While you cats suspensions are up in my dimensions We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy So I'm a keep it on the love and do my duty like Howdie Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards I'm Satan dynasty killer reveal the cause wit the sling on down Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild Physical justice can't rush this for now Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat that God don't test that, too much infinite to get at Face the fields Swollen Members got the iller drills And if you wit the rhyme steel Bust the revealings in my feelings of these dealings I went to represent shield I build three phases of death, The illusion is the sweat that you reflect When you feel the veil Divine Styles circum navigate nine circles of hell You keep on you don't stop 'cause a nigga never stay still Whatta whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that You-you ain't ready for that chill