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caterpillar (rhymewords remix) - rhymewords lyrics

[intro: gil scott-heron]
you will not be able to stay home, brotha
you will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
you will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
because the revolution will not be televised

[chorus: king green]
this right here for the number one
number ones here with your number one
you ain’t number one, just another one
now everybody sayin’ that they number one

[verse 1: wyllable]
aldrich k!llian in an uphill compet-tion of rhyme
that is initially why these rap extremists are spreaded
but i’m sinister enough to diminish ya
for that sh-t image of these similar b-tch gimmickers
whose lyrics are empty similes and the mv is pt
like irving fisher with hysteria
that’s why i ain’t needin’ the horse, they carry my weight
through barrier gate, i’m in your jinricksha!
mumble rappers? i frankly won’t commit tracks with y’all on it
because very obsolete bars they get
moronic and wacky hoes know it’s hard to smash me, doggonit
10 scale until my sk!ll bloats, i’m g-ssy colloids
’cause i still got solution if those macs with slow-mo’ wits
suspend me, make me go stoic
i say my joke on lil boat as schecky moskowitz’s foes
eve of death for wally, a lachrymose droid
been k!llin’ the bar tender like villainous christopher dillard
whose the hands are full of cottons and it’s in scoffer’s gizzard
these scenes offer blizzard, but you are not cold enough
get covered and warm! puttin’ you to an end?
oh, so this art is cute as skin of a lizard
i enjoy it more than man with proper guitar in innovative car that spends on a milliard
“wait, n-o to bizarre psychotic sh-t!”, f-ck the spelling, trick’s over, wizards!
“is he sober, r-t-rd?”, i’ll k!ll you, man
and it keeps continuin’
though everybody knew them rappers have died
meanwhile they are alive like f-gilyu m
possessed by abyzou in horrible high-blooded nuance
of the sky cuttin’ you when that f-cking dry malibu shampoo
is right on the ruined combings style
probably too lame hobby to claim
but these new jams are donnybrook, d-mn!
i must fight queers who haven’t got tight lyrics
drivin’ ’em to rollover, ‘fore wuzz might hear
are the c-nts like hard-to-fly buzz lightyears?
my god, yeah, b-tches’ll actually only go lower
we ain’t knowin’ the drill, the -ss hole causer
to be cole hauser, i supply tears of your f-cking sons
be careful, you got nightmare
don’t try to crush my fear
’cause it feels scuzz right here!

[chorus: king green]
this right here for the number one
number ones here with your number one
you ain’t number one, just another one
now everybody sayin’ that they number one

[verse 2: rephrase]
ever since i ain’t eloquent yet until bein’ ransom riggs
eva green with interleaved time magazine
and a pen for salvagin’ these peculiar children
and the pages infested of paper-thin sins
saddened still for reason that the fact it seems like every big kingpin is imprisoned in a sin-bin
and no persons are even mentionin’ them as legends
in the very meantime, i’m representin’
on the behalf of novel generation, clandestine
by that time, i’m back up
but when there comes at me my reign
i’m too stingy, it’s like waftin’ out ray
not the one which meant to at the batt reef electrocute steve irwin
but glitterin’ gleam of hope for you outside of a tunnel vision
a bitter silverqueen in a wrapping marked off with the middle fingerprint
’cause i got nutty bars in four-digit chip and pin
gotta chuckle at you, i’ll split asunder listerine
tryin’ to wash my mouth clean only leaves your gibberish upper lip service dominantly quiverin’ in a row twenty million times
f-ck bowdlerizin’ rhymes!
like arcan cetin when he struck a mall
and designated humble wh0r-s into the casket
dumbledore in a pair of nike jordan clutchin’ magical microphone’ll spellbind the whole muggle-born
someone call dr. pol! (the problem?) no, i break no egg of duck with yolk in it!
but i fall afoul of a suckled boar squirming in the bottom hole of an atlascopcosaur from the f-ckin’ ruptured fallen kingdom (wooh!)
other form of words, the beast in me thus demolishes tear duct of y’all as if it’s kevin wendell crumb
injury time, you -ssh0l-s get a free kick like soccerball, so f-ck ’em all!
looking down from the top of the totem pole with my dangling scr-t-m ‘bove deal of rock-n-rollers
motherf-cker, don’t turn my ire on
i’m in a sitch when i get bored of garottin’ my nemesis
half ready, but this mixin’ table’s whisperin’ a lot
it’s serum instilled into my wits, cerebellum washer with a plot twist
hot wheels, stirrin’ up along tracks in your f-ckin’ eardrums
no more rappers get trusted, fear ’em still
on the beach, you’re gon’ ditch mitch buchannon? will you?
b-tch, i’m an itch you can’t reach; the caterpillar

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