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A.E.O.N.
I put raw spitters in hospitals Make war and it's not civil Nah, they say I'm fruity Watch this star burst when I got Skittles Taste the rainbow and make the flame grow I hate the fake and don't say the same flow Keep the bass low and make a name When I turn a phrase like a vertebrae 'Cause I'm back It's a big disaster for the pricks and bastards I pick the crass words and spit 'em faster You can hear it when it's mixed and mastered So easily This game I'm controlling I'm not on Molly (Weasley) J.K. Rolling. Wanna spaz on a track when the savage is back That ravenous rap? I'm the master of that Don't act like I never told you So bad that I'm good like Birdemic and Troll 2 Show me what you're gon' do Stay cheesy like fondue But I'll placate the fun kids When I make hasty s Then say lazy dumb shit So fuck your assumptions Square in my roots Like logarithmic functions Just quoting the facts And I know that you're wack You're alive but you're dead like Schrödinger's cat Yo, when I'm ripe you can bite me, like a vegetable I might be slightly intellectual I'll stick 'em with an IV, medically gonna inject 'em With a chemical, they're so ineffectual My etiquette is energetic hit 'em with a better bit of Elegant and effortless lyrics, whoa But never would I wanna let a little bit of arrogance Ever effect what you're hearin' yo On a song I'm rude But when I'm home then I'm often cool And I still love you enough to hug you to death Up at Carleton too, chicka chicka chick Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Gradient Creationists say I'm eloquent with rhyme clearly It's 'cause my music proves intelligent design theory
Awesome eclectic and often neglected Wrong kid to mess with, rockin' the best shit Your awful inflections are causin' a head spin Cost me some meds when I bought some Excedrin Awesome eclectic and often neglected Raw with the message, lost in perspective They all disrespect this, stop and accept it Awesome eclectic and often neglected
Killin' the beat is my philosophy I'm awfully close to a product of Watsky, Kant, Tupac and Socrates Commonly stompin' these boring commoners, I'll hop on a raw beat And make a war monger out of Mahatma Ghandi And steal all your fans who were At the show to see you rappin', now they're absent like Bueller I take you as seriously as a comic sans humor And see through your shit like a hologram sewer I'm annoyed by the wack rap often Yappin' in the trap crap then I put you back in a coffin Didn't anybody ever wanna hear you rap since Back when the Ducks played in the Pac 10 You'll never see me in a sports car But they chant 'Ay ay ay!' like they're reading my report card Y'all rappin' 'bout hogwash, fellas My lyrics paint a picture makin' Bob Ross jealous Started from the bottom now I'm Hiura, still a peon But beyond a fleeting phase, rockin' for an aeon I write punches that hit harder than right punches Destroy the track then take my mom out for a nice luncheon You could never be a cunning street linguist My grandma raps better and she doesn't speak English I'm running these lyrics that elicit death I'm the reverse of what you thought like cough syrup made from crystal meth Yo, I gotta catch a breath But when I'm shakin' up the game, I'll erase you Etch A Sketch
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