I’ve got bug bites on my belly spelling out thug life
What what how and a couple of dust mites
So bust my chops by saying it’s not kosher
Come through Fort Wayne with a stopover
And a stockbroker in October cause it’s my birthday
Slop odor of raw sulfur begin to turn grey
Taking yourself a survey of the Silvermiths wordplay
And say “man I didn’t realize that they were that dope”
But, uhh, we are and the fact of the matter is we’re here to stay
You’re never going to be San, so put the beard away
Nice little pep rally, what-you got a cheer to say?
We’re digging in your ear with this here, it’s time to irrigate
We’ll tone it down just a scoatch, I know you fear the bass
We’re spearing your sneer in the weirdest of ways
Appearing from the haze with a smokestacked dope rap
…and you can quote that
Cognac, road rash, Bel Biv DeVoe tracks
Vocab, cause we’ve got to, cause we’ve got the soul clap
I never wrote a fax but you rode the sack
Your vision’s kind of blurry, better focus stat
We’re betrothed to rap in ways you can’t imagine with a can of passion
We’re taking your best lines and grammar hammer slammer bash them
So brush your teeth tonight, cause now the camera’s going to catch them
Clack clack clack BOOOM!
So what you going to do guy, crucifty?
Maybe euthanize and lose your mind?
Or maybe use your lies to employ some poison?
That you’ve got inside your mind, but now it’s toyed with
Your life story is sounding poignant, but it’s down the toilet
And your town avoids it
The think that I wish for you is to be voiceless
That’s what my choice is

Ya boys is taking you out, yeah six carry you
Horns up, foaming at the mouth like sick caribou
That’s a word I used just to get props from Stephen
Odd or even, I’m believing then when we’re on your posse’s leaving

You must acquit. Quick with the fisticuffs
Chasers left in the mist and dust, get your biscuits up
Sadistic medicinal, equipped to truck quick
…Or get a busted lip!

See I’m an F-U-C-K up A olic,
Old school tresh with a taste of brolic
Y’all step up too late to call it- forfeit
Please don’t wast the mosh pit
Whoop his ass!!!! Seems I’m a g I guess
Look at my reflection like gee I’m fresh
And it ain’t just me I impress
Got these wannabe rappers in their Fila sweats
Grippin on the jock like chickens on the pox
Crickets in a box that be itchin for the squawk
While they listenin to Pac I be shitting where they talk
It’s a gruesome bit but it’s riveting to watch
And I don’t need your props cuz I got your respect
When I grab the mic and you poppin your necks
So chiggety check the facts when you’re coming to our towns
And cut the crap like you scratchin a fart sound
These words cause abrasions
Like reversing the South cuz y’all been served by caucasians
Sorry love, the plantation got repo’d
MC’s gon’ get lit up in DOE’s bistro
From East O to Ethio, Heathrow to Ichino-
Meya, Onomatopoeia when the heat blow
And we flow… boom! y’all got the image
Here comes the lava, now your little village’s finished
And I’m not talking bout a town outta Helsinki
The Krakatoa flower, throw your mouth where my shin is
Pennies falling from the sky remind me…
Kashal-Tee where the fuck you at my friend?
Here we go again, put the pen to the paper
Entertaining and it’s Indie Pennant with the caper
Spark the Biz Mark, these men done caught the vapors
Sky scraper flavor with a taste of innovator
But for now we just killing it, like children with an insect
We in effect- been set with intellect to inject
Finna wreck the spin set, internet is in check
Got y’all online like, “where that Music With Friends at?”