One Beer (Ev Brew)

I get no kicks from champagne
(no kicks, no kicks, no kicks)
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So why shouldn't it be true?
(so true, so true, so true)
I get a kick out of brews

There's only one queer left
Can't smear me, I'm nowhere near death

Trisexual vamp in a clear dress
Theater of fear, gonna make you hear clefs

And I can laugh about the evil
Little people
Flaunt the wealth they've taken from their equals
No regal, ways to make my best work
Blogs say the new rhymers pollute all good records
Agenda setters
Add feeble, instruct the network
But predecessors have done it infinitely better
I know
I'm just spitting what I wrote
And never buying nice clothes

Yo, IKE, these rappers are made of rubber
They fit the mold, they play the factors
Like state gunners
Two rebel actors on the map
It's a great honor
To serve the cavalry, die with pride
In a ray of summer
Wash it down with One Beer
And given time, cut grain ferment the sun's tears
I thought the keg s'posed to come with a hundred
A dime a dozen MCs, liquid in cups, kid

Preaching to the choir acquires his own people
Each and every liar starts fire with old evils
Inspire own youth to know freedoms
Most didn't leave their own regions
Cities all filler
Untapped and unwithered
Once lacked but now can fill up
A generation of kids
Last line filled with thirty-year-old pricks
Radio star killed by video, ya dig?
Yeah, you dig that shit?

EV
Walkin' on three legs
Walkin' three legged with it
Look out

Back to kills your idols, it's deicide
Take a rap god, cut him up like it's Scream 5
Ear canals get stuffed like creampie
No rewrite, you're haunted by ghosts that feed you free lines
Style royal as a Tenenbaum
I fuck the beat, I eat it out with a Venom tongue
Dead brain when I'm young
Cobain, Remington
Lick the blade, Gene Simmons tongue

What's cool?
What's cool, what's good?
What moral, what hood?
What school, what blood?
What mom?
And what's been took from ya?
What dad?
And what's a good look for ya?
How you get up outta bed and try to make it past
Palm Berettas or pretend to have a secret stash
Be about it, kill another person like you
Be about it like the bystander beside you
Read about it, like the white priests and bibles
Or you can think about it
Try to fantasize in haikus
I am me, spit just like you
Two nice guys can make a few smiles too

EV
(make a few smiles, make a few smiles)
This that strange brew
(make a few smiles, make a few smiles)

One hit and your torso cracks
Better hope the sun's up
When you make it back to Borgo Pass
Go slow or go fast
You can't forgo the past
If MCs wanna be Nazis, I'm an Inglourious Basterd
One Beer will have you plastered
No fear, swing from the rafters
Rather be blacked out, piss drunk with a catheter
Than finish One Beer with a fascist rapper