RhYmE ScHeMeZ
Every damn night, I pick up the pen with a passion
Mental assassin with every sentence I’m scratchin
Killin beats, I should go repent to a Baptist
Not fishin for compliments, these rhymes are too deadly to catch
It’s like my eyes see the paper and my pencil reacts
Shit, I couldn’t be stopped by a temple of Catholics
Backed by generals and captains with weapons while blastin’
Unstoppable crazy when the tempo is fast
Bass and treble are maxed
The microphone rests in my hands
Plenty of fans are watchin, chillin, and ready to dance
My energy’s back for the twenty minute set that I have and
It becomes more of a movement and less of a practice
Talk to any damn person that I’ve met you can ask ‘em
I spit the breath of a dragon with impeccable fashion
Sick of the hobby, I needa start collectin’ the cash
Best in my faction, plus I’ve never used conventional tactics
Methods of madness, ahead of secular trash shit
---- Lyrics like safe sex ----
Shit comes through my head so I rap it
Sucks tho, I wish I could accept all my past shit
Or be sent to the past to retract that ecstasy habit
I use to be quicker and luckier than steps of a rabbit
Rabbit foot, get it? Yup. I’m way better than average
With answers to the questions you ask
The second you ask them
You can understand why I think my professors are wack
I’m better off making my own testing from scratch
Or spend class playing chess in the back with Emma and Catherine
Taking the most excellent hash in a Cartel Mexican’s stash
Smoke it with Becca and Ashton then go lecture my classes
I spend my days wondering about this perception I’m havin
And what the fuck happens when my next step is the last one
Is evolution everlastin, I’ll forever imagine
Will I make it to the skies, up in Heaven relaxin?
Perhaps the universe is only destined for blackness
I’d prolly know the answer if I was better at math
Forever been bad with numbers, man, I guess I should practice
Not spendin my fuckin’ days being clever with rappin
Hope my music reaches the point of being trendy or classic
Either way, my records attract the depth of the masses
Hip Hop is not dead; I’ve resurrected its passion
Like spreading Eminem’s ashes on a feminist’s casket
I’m a special attraction like Jessica Chastain
An invention of magic like tenable plastic
Get it straight, kid, or turn into a lesbian fast,
I’ll teach lessons to fat kids
Lace their spaghetti with acid
Step away laughin while they reflect on what happened
I’m especially mad
At kids with plenty of cash, whips,
Twenties that stack thick
And who are sexually active
Can’t remember the last time I slept on a mattress
That didn’t mess up my back quick
Fed up with this wack shit
I’m on a quest to Damascus
Maybe I passed it
And fuck romance, it just makes me incredibly sad
All we need is sex and can have it with a friendly companion
God damnit, I’m out of rhymes, so I’ll sever this track mix
Take this record and smash it, throw it into the trash bin
Never is back with another ending that's tactless
Every damn night, I pick up the pen with a passion
Mental assassin with every sentence I’m scratchin
Killin beats, I should go repent to a Baptist
Not fishin for compliments, these rhymes are too deadly to catch
It’s like my eyes see the paper and my pencil reacts
Shit, I couldn’t be stopped by a temple of Catholics
Backed by generals and captains with weapons while blastin’
Unstoppable crazy when the tempo is fast
Bass and treble are maxed
The microphone rests in my hands
Plenty of fans are watchin, chillin, and ready to dance
My energy’s back for the twenty minute set that I have and
It becomes more of a movement and less of a practice
Talk to any damn person that I’ve met you can ask ‘em
I spit the breath of a dragon with impeccable fashion
Sick of the hobby, I needa start collectin’ the cash
Best in my faction, plus I’ve never used conventional tactics
Methods of madness, ahead of secular trash shit
---- Lyrics like safe sex ----
Shit comes through my head so I rap it
Sucks tho, I wish I could accept all my past shit
Or be sent to the past to retract that ecstasy habit
I use to be quicker and luckier than steps of a rabbit
Rabbit foot, get it? Yup. I’m way better than average
With answers to the questions you ask
The second you ask them
You can understand why I think my professors are wack
I’m better off making my own testing from scratch
Or spend class playing chess in the back with Emma and Catherine
Taking the most excellent hash in a Cartel Mexican’s stash
Smoke it with Becca and Ashton then go lecture my classes
I spend my days wondering about this perception I’m havin
And what the fuck happens when my next step is the last one
Is evolution everlastin, I’ll forever imagine
Will I make it to the skies, up in Heaven relaxin?
Perhaps the universe is only destined for blackness
I’d prolly know the answer if I was better at math
Forever been bad with numbers, man, I guess I should practice
Not spendin my fuckin’ days being clever with rappin
Hope my music reaches the point of being trendy or classic
Either way, my records attract the depth of the masses
Hip Hop is not dead; I’ve resurrected its passion
Like spreading Eminem’s ashes on a feminist’s casket
I’m a special attraction like Jessica Chastain
An invention of magic like tenable plastic
Get it straight, kid, or turn into a lesbian fast,
I’ll teach lessons to fat kids
Lace their spaghetti with acid
Step away laughin while they reflect on what happened
I’m especially mad
At kids with plenty of cash, whips,
Twenties that stack thick
And who are sexually active
Can’t remember the last time I slept on a mattress
That didn’t mess up my back quick
Fed up with this wack shit
I’m on a quest to Damascus
Maybe I passed it
And fuck romance, it just makes me incredibly sad
All we need is sex and can have it with a friendly companion
God damnit, I’m out of rhymes, so I’ll sever this track mix
Take this record and smash it, throw it into the trash bin
Never is back with another ending that's tactless
