Rap No Jutsu
This aint what youre used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
My philosophy
Nobody stopping me
No apology for the sodomies
During my mental robberies
It's a lottery, logically
Replace you like apostrophes
They're callin' me as I got b'
The rookie of the year, no rivalies
I have variety, notoriety
Dictionary inside of me
On the right of me
Is a notebook when I'm hunga-ry
The younger me was ug-aly
Niggas made fun of me
Now I'm on the board
Like monopoly, no one on top of me
No one could rock with me
Sloppily lock a beat
Before I properly drop a free
Brought to me green like broccoli
So I breathe in their face cockily
Like huh
This aint what youre used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
This aint what youre used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
When I speak, I weave tapestries
Actually I bleed travesties
Masterfully spit blashemies
At majesties, reduce them to master p's
High speed fasten me
Before I crash in you dastardly
Your asking me how I mastered these
Syllabes and rhyming schemes
I pass it back to me
Whenever someone outlasted me
But the thats the greed
You need to lead the company
Do not fuck with me, as I chase these luxories
Your nuts to me, the beat is pumpkin seeds
Youre not inside my recipe, so,why the fuck you next to me
I really think its best you leave
Before I make you dead to me
Get off my d-i-c
So my verse can rest in peace
This aint what you're used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
This aint what you're used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
I'm the last in the galaxy
With a god who wants to battle me
Rattle me, try to cattle me
But that's a fallacy for reality
Will bend to me as a natural causality
Laterally sever every neck to be
Tethered to a battery, Volt to capacity
Bad to be he who is mad at me
For I cannot free those who were asked to leave
Just had to be, to keep my legacy
reach my destiny, keep it next to me
Like priests and teats of hennesy
Menacing to have these tendencies
Fighting memories Of melodies Of Della Reese
Peddling these Symphonies across the seas
Haggling a masterpiece
To see my lyrics
Repeated endlessly don't you see?
This aint what youre used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
My philosophy
Nobody stopping me
No apology for the sodomies
During my mental robberies
It's a lottery, logically
Replace you like apostrophes
They're callin' me as I got b'
The rookie of the year, no rivalies
I have variety, notoriety
Dictionary inside of me
On the right of me
Is a notebook when I'm hunga-ry
The younger me was ug-aly
Niggas made fun of me
Now I'm on the board
Like monopoly, no one on top of me
No one could rock with me
Sloppily lock a beat
Before I properly drop a free
Brought to me green like broccoli
So I breathe in their face cockily
Like huh
This aint what youre used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
This aint what youre used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
When I speak, I weave tapestries
Actually I bleed travesties
Masterfully spit blashemies
At majesties, reduce them to master p's
High speed fasten me
Before I crash in you dastardly
Your asking me how I mastered these
Syllabes and rhyming schemes
I pass it back to me
Whenever someone outlasted me
But the thats the greed
You need to lead the company
Do not fuck with me, as I chase these luxories
Your nuts to me, the beat is pumpkin seeds
Youre not inside my recipe, so,why the fuck you next to me
I really think its best you leave
Before I make you dead to me
Get off my d-i-c
So my verse can rest in peace
This aint what you're used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
This aint what you're used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
I'm the last in the galaxy
With a god who wants to battle me
Rattle me, try to cattle me
But that's a fallacy for reality
Will bend to me as a natural causality
Laterally sever every neck to be
Tethered to a battery, Volt to capacity
Bad to be he who is mad at me
For I cannot free those who were asked to leave
Just had to be, to keep my legacy
reach my destiny, keep it next to me
Like priests and teats of hennesy
Menacing to have these tendencies
Fighting memories Of melodies Of Della Reese
Peddling these Symphonies across the seas
Haggling a masterpiece
To see my lyrics
Repeated endlessly don't you see?
This aint what youre used to
This is rap no jutsu
This hip hip voodoo
This is that chtuthulu
Stream it straight to Hulu
Pass it to the guru
Everyone who knew you
Is on my tip, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Walter Skinner
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