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bloody knowledge - intro to "the schoolyard" - the myth of ken lyrics

[verse 1]
they say the problem with the kids these days is they don’t learn
they just spend money they don’t earn
they swing around in sweet sixteens that don’t turn
and spit away on their mentals with lyrics they don’t churn
with secret syllables that slip into the system
cornered by the b-ss-drum and kicked into the kick-drum
they try to sell ’em hidden spells without a cl-ss-3
i worked my way to licenses so please don’t even @ me
tried to poison the sings but the ‘tender switched ’em
tried to take the writer out, but trigger-slipped and missed ’em
the spectral beings can’t be k!lled by mortal means
they require special charges i can’t even afford a scream
i’m a no-words n0body; backwoods flow sl-tty
trigger-finger itchy but my magazine is word-putty
because i’m sicker than your average sycophant flow
i’m ubiquitous with k!llin’ a lyric you don’t know

[chorus]
send me all your power; i’m chargin’ up the heat
i came here to devour so these rappers are a treat
from the token opportunities to mathin’ on the keys
i’m a hungry motherf-cker and the culture is my feed
send me all your power; i’m chargin’ up the heat
i came here to devour so these rappers are a treat
from the token opportunities to mathin’ on the keys
i’m a hungry motherf-cker and the culture is my feed

[verse 2]
i said
raise your hands to the motherf-ckin’ stars
so i better have a million fingers pointin’ where my eyes are
you got a brain and a pencil for the minute
but you might be losin’ first when i resume it with the second in it
the second inning got me roundin’ up to bat
and you bet i’m stealin’ home when you ask me where i’m at
i’m an introverted loser with a couple of disorders
that be distancin’ reality from what i see on h–rders
i’m a flamethrower mixed with a ketomine diet
i’m hotter than the others but the m-sses never buy it
send me all your power; i’m chargin’ up the heat
pull my bloodied body from the jaws of defeat
with my hair flipped up and my pants on backwards
messy-maker everything as i run through these stacked words
because i’m schoolin’ with these lyrics on the back of the card
makin’ room; movin’ desks; for the schoolyard

- the myth of ken lyrics

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