rokett suit baws (bored at work shit) - acoupstix lyrics
[verse 1: acoupstix]
it takes 9 months for you punks to develop
and a whole life time to finally shut the h-ll up
whoever swelled up your pride, telling ya speak ya mind, was ignorant
cause you’re 26 and still an idiot
but, no ill feelings man
as i take your lady friend
ain’t even got mercedes benz
just a pad with a page and pen
i got more crank than replayed jason statham fl1cks
face it, there’s no evading my invasion of your brain and lips
what i’m saying is, you’re wasting both your days and breathe
waiting and delaying playing the greatness that i’ve laced on disc
and the case exists, only to save your face’s skin
from the blistering, blazing blend of my vocal voraciousness
i gets loco with my locals, saint pete to soho on domes like a go pro
so, yo bro, could you please try to see this
as i squeeze secretions of my mind’s g*nius
from the mic to the speakers
i’m hype and i’m tweaking
as i fight for the creatures
who vibe beneath the cement
i’m live as jesus, christ on the third day
the burg bay the birth place making worried rappers scurry
and no brianna as i vomit something toxic
paying homage to the prophets not the dollars in your wallet
if i’m spitting like a llama, you’ll probably add a dalai/dali
cause it’s artsy and its conscious run it back so you can follow
run it back like larry csonka, herschel walker, thurman thomas
honest, the way i jot this i belong in the hall of
the rawest, dopest, bossest, most ferocious when i’m dropping
and anything else synonymous with being the most dominant
promise, got the focus of a canon brand camera lens
got bars to bury them, shouts to marilyn
and no maryland, but i tear a pen
every time i’m marrying my arrogance to my rarest spit
and there it is the starkest truth that was brought to you
while i be on the clock, getting hot, in the parking booth
i’ll get as large as dwayne, after the carter 2
came to harvest brains toss your carc-ss in a garbage chute
acoupstix, do this, till you gotta oooooh
got ya twisting ya neck like a budweiser bottle do
and that’s it, sh-t homie, man i though you knew
my flow so fly that it comes with a rocket suit
this comes with a rocket suit
drop in booth from my rocket suit
grab mics like an octopus
my rocket suit
acoupstix and i’m out, peace
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