lirik lagu lexicontrarians – lyrical cookout
[verse 1: unknown]
my infinite lyrical creativity is spontaneous
i got love for all people— black, white or miscellaneous
age three when mama moved us out to the ‘burbs
i used to think that school was for the birds
until my english teacher mrs. farnsley taught me to express my soul with words
when i’m on the mic i spit like velociraptor
my words are so lyrical like a book chapter
i speak the truth— pray that somebody’s listenin’
my rhymes are so clean, some of y’all thought i was christian
i’m not about the late nights with the strip club endin’
my daughter’s three now, what kind of message am i sendin’?
yeah i heard black flanders but i didn’t really “feel it”
other rappers talk about pimps and ho’s, i just stay real with it
y’all need weed to get high?
man, that sh-t is for the birds
haters poppin’ xannies while i’m overdosin’ words
no rollin’ papers for me, i prefer my pen and paper
the beat got me feelin’ like the white don draper
on rhymezone.com where i get my inspiration
i’m a lyrical individual, so this my declaration
guns and drugs can’t compare to consonants
man, have you ever listened to common since?
[verse 2: caustic truth]
wasn’t ’bout all that money and hoes
i wanted to uplift with my lyrical prose
miracle tho, cynical ho, dolezal flow
sorry mama but this the life that i chose! (life that i chose!)
labels won’t touch me ’cause weinstein an inspiration
does trump really got us so jaded as a nation?
i got so much hate for thinkin’ obama was haitian
stop this country, i want a vacation!
(caustic truth!)
and i pledge allegiance to the united cheapskates of try-hard-ica
where clout-chasers follow and smell my indica
many guns spinnin’, i’m the villain for all of y’all
all because my rhymes too metaphori-cal?
really?
…and i know my rhymes big but i wanna be bigga
the only thing stoppin’ me is i can’t say *****
even though i mimic african-american vernacular
y’all gotta admit that my rhyme’s spectacular
call me what you want, but check my favstar
and just ’cause i’m from the ‘burbs don’t mean i can’t be hard
(caustic truth!)
[verse 3: lyraculous]
my captcha code is a lymph node
so lyrical that my cancer couldn’t keep up with my cold
my dark knight rising because my teen’s in t-tan
’cause i’m less about b-tches and ho’s and police sirens
think twice before you step into my house of lords like byron
because i’m like chaplin, my film is silent
i resolve like michael tyson
but i won’t get punched in and out
because my right to work makes me a labor pirate with amazing timing
streaming and crying with ninja and cypher
but no n-words, ’cause the t.o.s. is frightening
so let’s freeze it, revive it, before my meat tenderizes
because if the fleece is surprising, i can’t imagine a fur coat is enticing
so let’s survive with a live-is (?)
no jeff but i got my probe spike, ’cause it’s frosting my icing
i get called out like weinstein with my hands up like fighting
hear the thunder, but i see the lightning
going ringless ’cause i need a resizing and my wife’s on a guy’s thing
while i’m overseas insurgency inciting
support our troops, but seen as a liar
i protect and serve in the marines of rhyming
[verse 4: unknown]
i’m a synonym for failure
you’re judas, no savior
i’m the thought you remember to forget
i’m the bad-faith stomachache you never could appreciate
so please use your discretion, based on your reception
you should suspect my deception
in spite of my love for y’all
you’re so hard to find like big and tall
clothing, you provided
though divided, you thought me still short-sighted
see, i was a bad kid
i used to want to do the same things my dad did
work in an office all day to get me a dodge challenger
i believed i could fly my own nasa challenger
i’m sorry i didn’t want to be a doctor or an astronaut
so, tell me, am i really a monster that i’m really not?
i just couldn’t understand that i didn’t have a hand in my own future plan
grades in cl-ss made a p-ss but i’m still suffocating
fade to black— but my story isn’t over yet
’cause if a white boy like me can’t cut it, then my blood must be thick
and my sweat, too
what i say is up to you to determine to be true
if you say i’m not honest, that’s subjective
and my objective in this directive is to stir your elective perspective
bet!
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