Roadkill (feat. Verso Turner)
The cinema, the iPhone, the pyramids, the zygotes
Backflips, tip toe'n inches width of tight rope
You'll find that it's significant to listen from a high post
To mitigate the blows keep a distance from the pyros
Picture it, small circus;
Curtains fall, glittering cars, the stars surface
All nervous, filament lights glow
The blindfolded gymnast, the immigrant side show
My friends ran by the sign post and it said
"No gimmicks inside; once in life though!
Participants quick and precise, synthesis fivefold
Miracles from biblical times, gettin' your mind blown"
They see the infamous kind host;
On his shirt prints ridiculous stripes, criminal type clothes
Tonight you folks will drip in delight, lyricists I know
Will spit some shit that's wicked and nice! Intricate rhyme flow!
The population followed in the ways I thought the nation
I borrowed Occam's razor in a game of operation
I'm the talisman, snake ole flask, on truman's channel
Who made the bandwagon as the fastest mode to travel in
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
When I have the mic I flow like fire
Reppin up north I'm a cold messiah
Step up to me and we go head to head
But you're that kind of fuck boy that go bed to bed
The word get's spread when I'm back on the mic
You get knocked out, when the punchline strike
So you can call me rare cuz I know the four elements
You can tell by the beat and how this resonance
Hold a fence, I made the turbulence
MCs freeze when I talk about their innocence
So how many of you can do what I do?
Didn't think so, you have been lied tk
Not to be mean but I do it classic
You'll be left here I go intergalactic
The flow is automatic, Mr fantastic
Delivering bars; looking charismatic
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
I'm about to make this beat my bitch!
(Verso Turner! yuh)
Got no tickets sold so please don't trip
'Cause i'm about to make this beat my bitch!
The collective and I had a meeting bout this music yes we did
Wonder if the people feeling what we putting out and yea they is
Please excuse my ignorance, but I'm a do me, how I wanna
So when you say go fuck yourself, well yeah I was gonna
Cheap masturbation rhymes will still cost you your whole summer
They don't know how to treat a rapper not concerned about the numbers
They can't fire you if you don't work for them that's 100
200 less than Leonidas and still gonna reach the summit
If my dick wasn't free then you probably can't afford it
Though my music ain't accessible it's just around the corner
I subvert the pecking order
Skipping dimes just give me nickels it's rigor mortis
Out this world like Rick and Morty
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
Backflips, tip toe'n inches width of tight rope
You'll find that it's significant to listen from a high post
To mitigate the blows keep a distance from the pyros
Picture it, small circus;
Curtains fall, glittering cars, the stars surface
All nervous, filament lights glow
The blindfolded gymnast, the immigrant side show
My friends ran by the sign post and it said
"No gimmicks inside; once in life though!
Participants quick and precise, synthesis fivefold
Miracles from biblical times, gettin' your mind blown"
They see the infamous kind host;
On his shirt prints ridiculous stripes, criminal type clothes
Tonight you folks will drip in delight, lyricists I know
Will spit some shit that's wicked and nice! Intricate rhyme flow!
The population followed in the ways I thought the nation
I borrowed Occam's razor in a game of operation
I'm the talisman, snake ole flask, on truman's channel
Who made the bandwagon as the fastest mode to travel in
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
When I have the mic I flow like fire
Reppin up north I'm a cold messiah
Step up to me and we go head to head
But you're that kind of fuck boy that go bed to bed
The word get's spread when I'm back on the mic
You get knocked out, when the punchline strike
So you can call me rare cuz I know the four elements
You can tell by the beat and how this resonance
Hold a fence, I made the turbulence
MCs freeze when I talk about their innocence
So how many of you can do what I do?
Didn't think so, you have been lied tk
Not to be mean but I do it classic
You'll be left here I go intergalactic
The flow is automatic, Mr fantastic
Delivering bars; looking charismatic
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
I'm about to make this beat my bitch!
(Verso Turner! yuh)
Got no tickets sold so please don't trip
'Cause i'm about to make this beat my bitch!
The collective and I had a meeting bout this music yes we did
Wonder if the people feeling what we putting out and yea they is
Please excuse my ignorance, but I'm a do me, how I wanna
So when you say go fuck yourself, well yeah I was gonna
Cheap masturbation rhymes will still cost you your whole summer
They don't know how to treat a rapper not concerned about the numbers
They can't fire you if you don't work for them that's 100
200 less than Leonidas and still gonna reach the summit
If my dick wasn't free then you probably can't afford it
Though my music ain't accessible it's just around the corner
I subvert the pecking order
Skipping dimes just give me nickels it's rigor mortis
Out this world like Rick and Morty
Who are you where you at?
None of your biz
Find the groove, can you rap?
None of your biz
Can you prove it's like that
Or next move will be nap
Removed with a slap
Like none of your biz
Credits
Writer(s): Sol Minor
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