lirik lagu locksmith – rare form
the dynamic is gigantic, despite panic
i lie in a white hammock and write like i like xanax
bite of a slight manic
depressing your light’s damaged
i strike with the left brain despite that i’m right-
handed
and i fight, d-mn it, the life of a tribe bandit
that lies with the same type of spite that got christ
branded
god d-mn it, what kind of sh-t is he on
i can tell a buster by the structure of his genome
you see i speak on a whole other level
i expose the tail and rip the h-rns from the devil
of course i’m a rebel, sh-t, more so than ever
my course flow will sever your whole torso whenever
i’m the motherf-cking problem feeder
and if that n-gg-’s the best then i’m a goblin eater
your aspirations will make you an apparation
your lack of an occupation will have you in laceration
you’re wack, face it, you’re acting?, in fact i’m
waitin
to strap you inside a strap and then slap you in
affirmation
p-ssy n-gg- don’t be tripping with a psycho
i’ma have your p-ssy dripping blood like a cycle
and i know i can only get so far
plus i’m from the bay so i’m stuck below those bars
and i know you think we all flow below par
but you gotta admit that i’m the sickest n-gg- so far
oh lord, where the f-ck did he come from?
please don’t stick me in a box with these dum-dums
um… and it’s not just fear
sh-t, there’s wack n-gg-s everywhere, not just here
and it’s not just queers, no problem, rock steady
but will kanye please come out the closet already
for god’s sakes, it’s 2009
if you sorta like guys, just shout it, it’s fine
there’s no doubt in my mind that it was bound to happen
any day
and i’m just saying what everybody’s thinking anyway
anyway, you should laugh about it
see i take what i feel then i rap about it
i’m like jackson pollack, painting acts of violence
with an axe that’s polished, through a rapper’s
knowledge
and in fact i promised, if i’m strapped for dollars
no matter what, i ain’t never going back to college
f-ck them, tuck them in the ground, no hesitation
i don’t need a docile version of education
my sedadation is war, my medication is metaphor
when i spit n-gg-s often beg for more
i’m not a wh-r-, i understand that less is more
lyrically tested boy, bore your flesh and more
take your frontal lobe, press it in like a dresser
drawer
this is what you call hiphop in its rarest form
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