Put On Airs

Leave deceased no Jesus pieces.
Tee's with creases, please no leeches.
No way out so what's your thesis?
I'm pro peace but fuck policing

I create tension like I've got an intervention
You're so much of a tramp you can barley pay attention
You're another victim of mental enslavement
You'll only outdraw me when
you're chalked out on the pavement
New outlaw and it ain't Clint Eastwood
Got you on your knees like beginners in the priesthood
You can't can't beat me you don't present a threat
More chance of the queen writing her peasants a cheque
Retreating to lame schemes and
repeating the same themes
Supreme cream team on the scene with the green
My foes leave speechless but the crowds leaving talking
The only one iller on the mic was Stephen Hawking
Flow so fine send a shiver down your spine
I'm on the incline ageing better like wine
Mr.Munroe!
Yes you know it's my time and the stars are aligned so I can't be denied.

Leave deceased no Jesus pieces
Tee's with creases, please no leeches
No way out so what's your thesis?
I'm pro peace but fuck policing

Defenestrate a foe to show them window pain
How low can you go this ain't no limbo game
Knock you off your high horse just like a lancer
Leave a lump in your throat worse than laryngeal cancer
Murder your lyrically
You won't have a clue though
I'm out of this world
You're demoted like Pluto
Drug addicts not worth a bar or an ounce
I'm godless
Can't be preyed upon don't even pounce

I'm fresh off the boat on the jetty
You know that I'm petty
No need for machetes I killed them already
I brought the confetti
So fuck what they tell me
I've sliced through the beast of the belly
Once I touch mic these foes turn to dust
You won't get respect if you can't earn my trust
Napoleon's try conquering but they couldn't stomach it
So like a fallen angel they're gonna be plummeting

Only behind the curve when I'm hitting it from the back
When I'm spitting I never slack
Blitzkrieg when I attack
They're intrigued with rhymes intact
A Locomotive on the track
Got em tied down then it's splat
Now that's the end of that
Critics love a circle jerk
No need for mass debating
You're last and hating but I'm fascinating
We're not related you're just a calamity
I'll make blood the only thing run in your family

Can't obtain this grace you're cause janus-faced
Remain in your place with a painless pace
Brainless disgrace who needs erased.
Another nameless face in the casket encased
You're just embarrassing there's no comparison
What's Mike Tyson to Tony Harrison?
The tortoise and the hare
I'm running the marathon
Defeat you on my own no need for a garrison



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Writer(s): Roberto Munroe
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