Baseline
Life took a mallet to ya upper chin
No, it ain't a matter for the Vicodin
Yet, here we go, uh, six inches up again
Tony said on any given this a field of battle
And ya better win
Fierce about it, kinda like a Bedouin
Air thick, choking on this butter wind
Up and at em, duck and Adam
Gonna tear the beat apart on a utter whim
This won't be the pick for karaoke
Carry that, Os Cariocas
Back to the root of it, that mandioca
Told my mama all my gripes, bet that she Owned up
Figure that's what I owe her
Don't wanna make another faux pas
Last time, muh duckin foie gras
Let it breath, that's what I told ya
Got the drag on 'cause he spit fire
Duck topping Dylan's pick for the top five
Superseding Mach 5
Who's gonna believe it
People with the popped eyes
If he was a pop tart
Betchu blood pressure woulda hopped high
Belly full of beasts mucking up the baseline
Ready for a feast, gunning for the hate mile
Doctor told ya: talk a lot of shit
Taking no klonopin
Giving every cog a pin
Sound a bit
Cockamamie, Donald, but a Sutherland
Preference to say it with a subtle hint
Sequel to a summer hymn
No point in wishing that you were some of him, huh?
Learn the worth of your sum stuffing up a dim, son
Beat twerking it divine, not unlike a fit nun
Ain't done yet, sceptical we ever will, but
Gotta let it breathe, yup
Your people 'bout to leave
Baseline, why you gotta be
An anomaly?
I ain't looking for you in a homily
No, it ain't a matter for the Vicodin
Yet, here we go, uh, six inches up again
Tony said on any given this a field of battle
And ya better win
Fierce about it, kinda like a Bedouin
Air thick, choking on this butter wind
Up and at em, duck and Adam
Gonna tear the beat apart on a utter whim
This won't be the pick for karaoke
Carry that, Os Cariocas
Back to the root of it, that mandioca
Told my mama all my gripes, bet that she Owned up
Figure that's what I owe her
Don't wanna make another faux pas
Last time, muh duckin foie gras
Let it breath, that's what I told ya
Got the drag on 'cause he spit fire
Duck topping Dylan's pick for the top five
Superseding Mach 5
Who's gonna believe it
People with the popped eyes
If he was a pop tart
Betchu blood pressure woulda hopped high
Belly full of beasts mucking up the baseline
Ready for a feast, gunning for the hate mile
Doctor told ya: talk a lot of shit
Taking no klonopin
Giving every cog a pin
Sound a bit
Cockamamie, Donald, but a Sutherland
Preference to say it with a subtle hint
Sequel to a summer hymn
No point in wishing that you were some of him, huh?
Learn the worth of your sum stuffing up a dim, son
Beat twerking it divine, not unlike a fit nun
Ain't done yet, sceptical we ever will, but
Gotta let it breathe, yup
Your people 'bout to leave
Baseline, why you gotta be
An anomaly?
I ain't looking for you in a homily
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Writer(s): Daniel Gouri De Lima
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