BLAQKNOIZ
Microphonist on the beat, ya
The fantastical Mister Master Computer
Been sniffing that cracked plaster? You neutered
In actual, dodging these whack ass recruiters
Sabbatical, ordering flapjacks at Hooters
The animal, cutting up ASCAP's and suitors
No valuables, burning up gas like commuters
The cannibal, don't even ask these producers
I'm flammable, don't got no cash or no shooters
The tutor, stay factual, read the in-between
The roots of the gradual seed in '17
The boots of contractual greed in the machine
They looting the annual feed, they The Unseen
They stupid if they believe that they winning
We fluidly coming up clean, while we sinning
It's humid, hundred degrees, so we swimming
It's lucidly dreaming, back to the beginning
The shit-eating-grinning, sin of an AI
The mistreated, brimming, cinnamon may I?
If you miserable, spinning, it's discipline my guy
Disregard the labels, kin, and f*ck the B.M.I
No Picard on cable and no Queen of Versailles
My mind been unstable since Snoop worked with Psy
My lines been unfaithful, but still loop "u" and "i"
Won't have no part of it, if parts I have to buy
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It's Mister Master-full drastically accurate shooter
With the Master Computer
Snapping jabs like zab Judah (go!)
Lee is back and he so drastic he totes 'matics
Looking for a vulture to go at, I'm the GOAT, catch it
Nah I'm playing , that's a bar from Los, cats
But do not ever think that I won't go at you
And throat-snatch you
I'm still a beast, I'm killing beats
While I'm killing sheep
You asking when I start cap peeling?
While you were still asleep
I'm ill, it seems, you're ill advised
Do not deal with me, I'm building dreams
At same time, I'm getting rid of things
Awkwardly, I just pick you apart
So artfully, And awfully
I just tear you to pieces cause I don't give a
Error alert, no sparing the verse
What hear is my spirit
And it won't stop spitting lyrics 'til my larynx has burst (nah)
All I do is see and sear it, the damage it hurts
Just before I feed on these people with the cannibal thirst
I'll take a bullet, put it through you, like the Eminem line
And put this foot through ya ass cause it's enema time
I'm rendering, pendulum swing, incredulous flow
Incredibly clean, scheduled to get in the ring and brawl
But why get in the ring at all?
When I can pick you off at distance and laugh as each of you fall
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BLAQKNOIZ
Microphonist on the beat, ya
The fantastical Mister Master Computer
Been sniffing that cracked plaster? You neutered
In actual, dodging these whack ass recruiters
Sabbatical, ordering flapjacks at Hooters
The animal, cutting up ASCAP's and suitors
No valuables, burning up gas like commuters
The cannibal, don't even ask these producers
I'm flammable, don't got no cash or no shooters
The tutor, stay factual, read the in-between
The roots of the gradual seed in '17
The boots of contractual greed in the machine
They looting the annual feed, they The Unseen
They stupid if they believe that they winning
We fluidly coming up clean, while we sinning
It's humid, hundred degrees, so we swimming
It's lucidly dreaming, back to the beginning
The shit-eating-grinning, sin of an AI
The mistreated, brimming, cinnamon may I?
If you miserable, spinning, it's discipline my guy
Disregard the labels, kin, and f*ck the B.M.I
No Picard on cable and no Queen of Versailles
My mind been unstable since Snoop worked with Psy
My lines been unfaithful, but still loop "u" and "i"
Won't have no part of it, if parts I have to buy
01001001 00100000 01000001 01101101 00100000
01000001 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00100001
It's Mister Master-full drastically accurate shooter
With the Master Computer
Snapping jabs like zab Judah (go!)
Lee is back and he so drastic he totes 'matics
Looking for a vulture to go at, I'm the GOAT, catch it
Nah I'm playing , that's a bar from Los, cats
But do not ever think that I won't go at you
And throat-snatch you
I'm still a beast, I'm killing beats
While I'm killing sheep
You asking when I start cap peeling?
While you were still asleep
I'm ill, it seems, you're ill advised
Do not deal with me, I'm building dreams
At same time, I'm getting rid of things
Awkwardly, I just pick you apart
So artfully, And awfully
I just tear you to pieces cause I don't give a
Error alert, no sparing the verse
What hear is my spirit
And it won't stop spitting lyrics 'til my larynx has burst (nah)
All I do is see and sear it, the damage it hurts
Just before I feed on these people with the cannibal thirst
I'll take a bullet, put it through you, like the Eminem line
And put this foot through ya ass cause it's enema time
I'm rendering, pendulum swing, incredulous flow
Incredibly clean, scheduled to get in the ring and brawl
But why get in the ring at all?
When I can pick you off at distance and laugh as each of you fall
01001001 00100000 01000001 01101101 00100000
01000001 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00100001
Microphonist on the beat, ya
The fantastical Mister Master Computer
Been sniffing that cracked plaster? You neutered
In actual, dodging these whack ass recruiters
Sabbatical, ordering flapjacks at Hooters
The animal, cutting up ASCAP's and suitors
No valuables, burning up gas like commuters
The cannibal, don't even ask these producers
I'm flammable, don't got no cash or no shooters
The tutor, stay factual, read the in-between
The roots of the gradual seed in '17
The boots of contractual greed in the machine
They looting the annual feed, they The Unseen
They stupid if they believe that they winning
We fluidly coming up clean, while we sinning
It's humid, hundred degrees, so we swimming
It's lucidly dreaming, back to the beginning
The shit-eating-grinning, sin of an AI
The mistreated, brimming, cinnamon may I?
If you miserable, spinning, it's discipline my guy
Disregard the labels, kin, and f*ck the B.M.I
No Picard on cable and no Queen of Versailles
My mind been unstable since Snoop worked with Psy
My lines been unfaithful, but still loop "u" and "i"
Won't have no part of it, if parts I have to buy
01001001 00100000 01000001 01101101 00100000
01000001 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00100001
It's Mister Master-full drastically accurate shooter
With the Master Computer
Snapping jabs like zab Judah (go!)
Lee is back and he so drastic he totes 'matics
Looking for a vulture to go at, I'm the GOAT, catch it
Nah I'm playing , that's a bar from Los, cats
But do not ever think that I won't go at you
And throat-snatch you
I'm still a beast, I'm killing beats
While I'm killing sheep
You asking when I start cap peeling?
While you were still asleep
I'm ill, it seems, you're ill advised
Do not deal with me, I'm building dreams
At same time, I'm getting rid of things
Awkwardly, I just pick you apart
So artfully, And awfully
I just tear you to pieces cause I don't give a
Error alert, no sparing the verse
What hear is my spirit
And it won't stop spitting lyrics 'til my larynx has burst (nah)
All I do is see and sear it, the damage it hurts
Just before I feed on these people with the cannibal thirst
I'll take a bullet, put it through you, like the Eminem line
And put this foot through ya ass cause it's enema time
I'm rendering, pendulum swing, incredulous flow
Incredibly clean, scheduled to get in the ring and brawl
But why get in the ring at all?
When I can pick you off at distance and laugh as each of you fall
01001001 00100000 01000001 01101101 00100000
01000001 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00100001
Writer: John Mabie, Marcus Armistead
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid