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1. |
SnatchBlasters
02:32
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Rapswell:
PEN PALS!
Yo we at it again
We been writin all night with a pad and a pen
I scribbled vocab to go with a dope track and wrote that
Incredible thing with indelible ink
I spoke fast and I thought quicker
Then I discovered the weed and the malt liquor
Now I'm even more sicker
Squires, Cynic, & Rapswell
What a brutal match
We got a way with the words just like Google maps
Cynic The Apache:
Usin that rhetoric to pen a letter to my pals
Tell these fucksticks to get back and get down
We only bustin headshots
Leave you with the kind of fave that Harvey Dent got
The flowin's red hot
Accomplices consist of ex-cops and some wise guys
Keep my dick unprotected like your wi-fi
Times flies when we have fun, we have a lot of it
Score the poet laureate position with all of these accomplishments
We rockin it
Louis Schlamawitz interlude
Cynic The Apache:
More cushion for the pushin so I'm pushin for days
She got her puss pushed in my face, I'm lookin displaced
Squires hit me with the beat then I took it away
Never do the dishes, she can't cook in my place
'Less it's the chicken cutlets, sauteed in the stinky onions
Treat my lady fans like finger puppets
Gettin funded for spittin rugged
Til I live in London
They slowin down, but we gon keep on sprintin
Fuck it!
Rapswell:
We bring da ruckus son
You really oughta mention me
Cuz I'm dope as a dispensary
You'll see eventually
Yo I'm meant to be sittin inside of an exotic ride
Instead I'm just wondering how to survive
Cuz we're alive in this odd place, full of heartbreaks
Don't know how much I can take, about to go out like Scarface
This joint is laced with the lyrical taste
Plus dust that's brushed off from diggin in the crates
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2. |
The Comeback
03:31
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Rapswell:
Yo it's the baddest kids, the verbal catalyst
Talentless rappers had to battle this to learn the words I spit are so hazardous
I had a list of the illest emcees in the universe
But soon a verse came in my head that made me forget who was first
Like a Lacuna nurse, an enemy of memory
The only remedy's searchin for your true identity
Serenity enters me from here to Tennessee
An this menace be, yet another MC you cannot see
A grown dude that owns shoes in chrome hues
And when it comes time to pwn noobs, I don't lose
I've had enough of rappers actin like they bad as fuck
I chatted up the slut with the fattest butt and spat a nut
You outta luck, your shit is wack and comatose
Even your momma knows you took a fall like dominoes
So vamanos, got more flavor than Gushers
The spot rusherz
Yeah you get props!
But not as much as us
HOOK
Cynic The Apache:
Hear no evil, see no evil but we speak a lot it
Rapswell:
These amateurs and novices get smacked for actin childish
C:
Hold the weight of Free Willy
R:
We chillin in the cut
Mercy me ya mans a villain, killin every mic we touch
Cynic The Apache:
I'm like when that lightning struck the kite Benny Franklin held
Stash up in my socks, so no wonder why the ankles smell
When that angel fell I snatched em out of the sky
Split a 40 with em, gave the man a pound, then good bye
Heard the sound of a siren and ran, thinkin like a rebel
Disorderly conduct for drinkin with the Devil
Never payin my fine bitch, choosin my alignment
Learned this trick from Nas, only stare at your eyelids
Never sleep tho, always check the peephole
Hurt em with the vocals, these okeydokes melt down like Chernobyl
*Shit talking*
Cynic:
APACHE!
The man to call when your problem's messy
You wanna mouth off? Suck on my colossal testes
The apostles blessed me, all 12, at the last supper
Mass ruckus, blast suckas
The wreckage is impeccable
Rapswell:
Turn you fruits into vegetables, it's easy
Me n Cynic we be on the top like ZZ
Or Mt. Olympus, down to rip this track to the end
And we sound the slickest so we never have to pretend
And
Cynic:
We some true scholars, study til our heads are full
You n your man on the throne, knock you off your pedestal
Kick it intellectual, or we rap ignorant
Rapswell:
Countin stacks of wax while we smokin jazz cigarettes
Since I met The Cynic it's been double on the wordplay
Cuz real lyricism isn't dead, fuck what herbs say
Survey says: most people don't know shit!
Rather dance around with glowsticks
Fuck em the flow's sick
Time to spark shit, up in the mosh pit
I'm feelin nauseous, put the quill to the parchment
An everything's mo better, so fed up with dumb raps
Strictly boom bap
So you know it's The Comeback
HOOK
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Swell:
I make a song that's catchy with the Apache
We some latchkey kids that are known internationally
Cynic The Apache:
Only eat the snatch if it's fantastic b
Fashionably late to a dinner date
Me n Cynic innovate
Switchin lanes on the interstate
Thinkin bout the cash we finna take
We grab the stash then we grin n skate
Cuz we're cold like a winter day
Plus it's blustery, house filled with mice and dirty cutlery
Go ahead, fuck with me
Matter of fact, fuck with us
Break ya neck like Bussa Bus
Rhymin bout disgusting stuff
At your Gma’s crib, baking cookies then I bust a nut
You suckas better pucker up, hit em with the upper cut
Cynic with the Philly Shell, Swell got the blunderbuss
Thunderous applause for the humble fucks!
Hit em with a couple bucks we generous gentlemen
Genitals be draggin on the ground, I got that heavy dick
Never let Berettas rip
But tell em bout that mescaline
Excellent, cover you with colorful confetti spit
Yo we rhymin sick
Won't be satisfied until we're signing tits
And divin in vagina lips
Strictly from the hard bars
Can't remember where the fuckin car's parked
Standin still with Nardwuar, march against the Sarduakar
Masters of the art of war, studied the terrain
Mapped it in our brain
Smashed the window pane
Crashed the plane
Cracked the safe
Smacked you in ya face son
We rhyme iller
Fear is the mind killer
I'm feelin great, make papes like Bill Gates
And ill tapes filled with straight billingsgate
They buried me alive, I still escaped
But I lost a fuckin lung
Torque wrench under the tongue
Some sunuvaguns, fuckin with us you'll catch a punch in the nuts
Wake up to blackness cuz you're stuffed in a trunk
Me n Swell'll do a hit, just for a quarter prolly
Yo I caught a body by pushing over the port-a-potty
Whoa
La-di-da-di
We likes to party
Order up the pizza, pepperoni and the sardines
Ya nahmean
My crew don't do much
On the roof, view's plush
Two hundred dollar toothbrush
Never had to move drugs, only had to spit words
Drop a sick verse, hittin bitches til my dick hurts
Mixed elixirs made by a witch doctor
Hit yo bitch with the shocker like shiiiiit GOTCHA!
Tossin in Siracha for the hotness, rock this
Only for the love not the profit, that shit's obnoxious
Equip binoculars and spot em from a distance
Rapswell n Cynic been a couple sinnin misfits
I'm toe tagging these no dough havin Frodo Baggins
Slow as Volkswagons eat you like komodo dragons
My modem laggin but I'm still watching efukt with three sluts
Squeezin on deez nuts, son try to keep up
We speak rough, conversatin on the late night
Takin bites of prey we in the nation of the Great Whites
Break mics on stage, I know you gon remember this
We blow your spot up like it's London on November 5th
We blending piff with the Bally Shag
Holla back
Ain't no time to lollygag
Jack you for your trolley pass
You prolly mad cuz we zipped you up inside the body bag
Rock mics in the Temple of Doom until the columns collapse
We caught you lookin
Off puttin
Sauce cookin
Lost in Brooklyn
Hear the sound of applause
Now bring the hook in
HOOK
Talkin shit about my squad
OH MY GOD!
STFU
You need to SHUT THE FUCK UP
Talkin shit about my crew son?
Who the hell are you??!!
STFU
You need to SHUT THE FUCK UP
Incoherent mumbling
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4. |
You Know The Deal
02:08
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Rapswell:
The raps gon stomp on you flat like a car demolisher
Do you want more?!?!???!!!
Cuz I'm starvin like Oliver
Not a follower, I'm a born leader
Clockwork Orange reader, talkin nadsat in the porn theater
Up in the spot, greeted by hostile stares
No choice but to start tearin out nostril hairs
Say your prayers yo I'm nothin but bad news
Mad rude, shootin lightnin bolts back at Zeus
I smash taboos
While the dude called Squires makes the fat beats crunchy as cat food
SNAFU, situation is not right
The nation wasting time with political cockfights
And still I'm able to rock mics and do work
Like my grandfather's Bambaataa or Kool Herc
Show respect, so I kick an old school verse
I'm droppin jewels son, this is proof that the truth hurts
HOOK
You think you hot but you ain't rippin it son
My style's raw ghost pepper on the tip of my tongue
You know the deal
Ill flows and true skills
The dudes who kill without havin to use blue steel
Cynic The Apache:
It's Apache and Rapswell comin from the depths of hell
Lame dudes tryin to fake moves, took a step and fell
Bless the L with Afghani Kush, you can check the smell
C-Y-N-I-C, hope you know the letters spell
The one and only OE chuggin sunuvagun
Never fuck with phonies, trust me me homey under the sun
Prolly none as ill as me, abilities can reach way past
Any other brother holdin the mic, so let's face facts
Dudes who chase cash stop writin n call it quits
Chuggin all your liquor and the wine, alcoholic tip
Sellin me your baller shit, tomorrow I'm returnin it
Injectin rhymes into your bloodstream, bring the tourniquet
Hope you learn it quick, know the deal with these cats
The flow is real, never hold the steel that's a weak rap
Make a clown bow down so fast that his knees crack
You can eat crap, fuck critiques and ya feedback
HOOK
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Blue
03:09
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Cynic The Apache:
Sometimes I feel like I'm livin life in City 17
Fall asleep and see blackness, these obsidian dreams
Sick of the people pitying me, sure she's pretty in pink
But probably prettier with an opinion, whattaya think?
I hope you agree, she gotta have more brains than just
Chokin on d, so pale I'm soakin in bleach
And I feel the feeling of defeat is fleeting but I need it, it's key
To feel successes I reach, the pressure's building
I'm restless, need sleep, my mind keep running
Give me a second to breathe
On second thought, pick the pace up
Y'all spit the same stuff
I wanna be ahead of the curve, a major change up
I came here ready to work
Sever your nerves from your brain, promise it's painless
Picasso couldn't paint a better picture
I'm not famous but I will be, you don't feel me?
Take a step closer, the winds'll knock on your back
Stay on top of your tower, I'm at the bottom with an axe
HOOK:
Rapswell:
I'm feelin blue like the ox of Paul Bunyan
I gots the jaw runnin, now the props are all comin
Cuz I got these fools lookin like they chopped a raw onion
My commentary's so cunning, flow's stunning
Cynic:
It's a rainy Monday morning and I'm feelin so blue
Take the day off: Me, myself, & I with cold brew
There's a mystery to life but I'm left with no clues
Tryin to find my soul, help me fill up these old shoes
Rapswell:
Now it's time to build with the skills my accomplice
Put down the pen and spill my subconscious
on this, And music's the outlet
Wear my heart on my sleeve like it's part of the outfit
Tryna tell you how I really feel about shit
Which isn't very easy to do usin the alphabet
This composition is for those that doubt me
A natural born writer like Hank Bukowski
Or Kurt Vonnegut, yeah I'ma get literary
The way I baffle emcees on the regular's a little scary
I spit a paragraph out like a loose toof
It shoots through the room, then we gotta new tune
Deeper than the sound of a bassoon when I flow god
Yo I'm comin like Omar, you know I'll go far
My words travel across the globe like a postcard
Conduct myself like Mozart for the most part
HOOK
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6. |
Burners
03:20
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Rapswell:
The blank page is the enemy or more like a sparring partner
In the end I'll be the one you can call an author
Philip Roth of the manuscript
The left hand is inanimate
The right writes with reckless abandon
It's a joy to remove an organ
From a man who is not supportin
Insubordinate, it's important
According to laws of rap ethics
Eatin all the scraps then I'm comin back for seconds
The track beckons and this one's beautiful
The way I wreck it's undisputable
Suitable for city dwellers and the little fellas in the forest
Got gnomes bobbin their domes to the chorus
The beat's porous and I leak in
Change the whole zeitgeist just by speakin
Yes I'm seekin the question to the answer of 42
This life, universe, and everything
I thought it through
Cynic The Apache:
Swell n Cynic penny pinchin til we at the top
R:
That's how we livin ain't no different, tell your moms and pops
C:
That's how we rock
R:
Stop!
C:
No need to grip chrome
R:
We been rockin mics since you were sportin the flip phone
The Cynic:
And they knockin on my door like
"Hey, is the kid home?"
Nah he out sippin Kool Aid with Rev. Jim Jones
Still ain't drop dead, ain't got bread
I got soul
Now my conscious won't leave me alone
Drop the money where I tell you when we speak on the phone
Don't make me tell ya twice to leave your heater at home
Keepin it low key
It's so easy, eat a rapper and shit em out
Softer than a grown man pissing while sittin down
When I'm droppin a verse I make em stop and observe
Bright mind, disconnect those optical nerves
Old knowledge like the rocks in the earth
I'm the man in the spot
Leather band on that mechanical watch
She not a fan of the cock? Can tell she's lyin
Verses on papyrus, I been miles ahead of em
And I always leave my footprints for evidence
Wreckin em with gusto
Gung ho, tell em we some veterans
R:
Swell n Cynic penny pinchin til we at the top
C:
This how we livin, ain't no different tell your moms and pops
R:
It's how we rock
C:
Stop
R:
Some lunatic minds
C:
We been up in your face, you dialin *69
R:
Get ready, I'm known to be petty
Settle arguments with the help of a machete
Flip on ya like Gyp Rossetti I'm a problem
Mark another win in your spinal column
Stay solemn as an undertaker, love to hate ya
Make ya run your pacemaker son
We hittin harder than some Ginger Baker drums
C:
Takin funds and attackin the wackness right at the source of it
If I'm not rappin I'm at the castle practicing sorcery
No magic, it's alchemy when I scorch emcees
I get off on a dope beat
(Pr0n sounds)
It's actually like porn to me
Brought up on some vinyl scholarship
Known to pick up chicks at the gynocologist
Scoop em out the waiting room, then I ask em how they hymen is
If the shit's intact, she bout to know what time it is
R:
Swell n Cynic penny pinchin til we at the top
C:
This how we livin, ain't no different tell your moms and pops
R:
It's how we rock
C:
Stop!
R:
We at the battle spot
C:
Kickin rhymes since you callin collect with Carrot top
C:
Swell n Cynic penny pinchin til we at the top
R:
This how we livin, ain't no different tell your moms and pops
C:
It's how we rock
R:
Stop!
C:
Find your way home
We in the booth while you tossin your quarters in pay phones
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HOOK
They wanna slit our necks on some cut throat shit
Step in our home and you know that's where GUSTO lives
Talk shit… NAH SON, you better shut yo lips
Everyone around the town say don’t trust those kids
Rapswell:
I’m an amalgam of shit you hear on ODB’s album
Along with tough talk and Maltese Falcon
Word is bond, I’m about to steal my own grammy kid
Take advantage on some good friends of the family shit
Cynic The Apache:
I’m the bomb diggy, No Bob Digi, this Bobby Noble
Kick it local for now, ten years, we probably global
Tossing rocks at the popo, before we hop in the Volvo
And then it’s back to the cribbo, so we can chop up the vocals
Jamii Bass:
Reusing condoms to fuck you filthy animals
Give me lip I'll snatch your weave off on the avenue
Strangle you, type of dude that’s eastbound and down
I’ll practice at slapping you, Hop on your couch with my rabbit boots
And happily snap at you if I’m tempted
And your ass is not protected?
Get injected with bum semen use that turkey baster method
No regards or recognitions steal your grandmother's collection of silverware
Asking god if I should give a fuck replied that I shouldn’t care, I swear
HOOK
Cynic:
I’m gunning it, wind sprints, aint no leisurely strolls
Made in the shade, paving the way, we clearing the road
You a bum a fucking chump I hear the fear in ya throat
Level the whole fucking city like Akira came home
Rapswell:
We keep on makin hits, we aint part of Illuminati
They’ll find the scars we left when they exhume your body
Hot toddy squad, You better pray to your Gods
Or hope your spaceship's got escape pods
Taking jobs from honest hard working Americans my MO
The hitman disguised as driver of the limo
Spin around and fire two, you get the day off
Then point the whip in the direction of the pay off
Jamii:
My mother's biggest mistake, I spit that shit that you wouldn’t dare
I snap your daughter in half and break her back with a wooden chair
Nah I’m lying, I just feed her dick and splash on her derriere
If it’s precious I’ll still eat it just as long it aint hairy there
HOOK
Jamii:
Filthy animal, better known as Carl Weathers to my two brothers
Obnoxious arrogant ignorant still no one is above us
I'm rushing radio stations to play us with no payola
Sucking sloppy spaghetti sauce off your mom’s areola
Cynic:
Watchin tentacle porn with identical whores
Pulling my dick with the Vulcan grip till my testicles sore
Fuckin sluts, think they passed ya man the genital warts..
Better tell these motherfuckers that we’re ready for war
Machete’s and swords a massacre. What a fucking amateur
She can’t handle my massive girth, sickened by the catheter
Won’t be surprised if I’m catching herps afterwards
Fuck it, it’s the truth I’m being honest and the facts can hurt
Rapswell:
It’s hot fuckery, nukkas can not fuck with me
These jagoffs should back off and stop suckin me
Luckily for them I’m a pacifist
That means I pass my fist through the fucking face of these rapping kids
HOOK
Cynic:
Copping top in corollas like, The fuck I need a beamer for?
No stopping no hold ups I tell her keep sucking the penis off
Please be warned, you see the kid skiddadle lickity split.
They aint on my nuts yet, but they licking the tip
You fuck around you catch a kick in the ribs
This that gourmet these other fucking dicks spitting the kibbles and bits
Rapswell:
They some bitches by definition
And we the illest, no time for objectivism, Check the mechanism
I inspire wack clones like T Pain
Spit on the track like I’m waiting for the G train
We came we saw and we conquered
All over a beat that’s BONKERS
Jamii:
It’s nothing to call her, Meet her then slaughter I got’s to have it
She reached down and ripped off my banana hammock
I’m stuffin muffs, with these disgusting fucks
Catch me fucking these sluts, while they bumpin they cunts
I’m ratchet
HOOK
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8. |
R. Crumb
04:05
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HOOK
Stackin rhymes
Y'all can peep the catalogue
Maker's Mark, Texas Hold Em with the tarot cards
Kick a fly verse
Then these bastards gone
Thick women n mics is what I'm smashin on
Cynic The Apache:
Terabyte to the back of the head stashin files
After a while, you guaranteed to say these crackers wild
In the spots where the OG's scratchin vinyl
Crushin concrete, crackin tiles
My head's wrapped with wires
Rapswell:
We on the track by Squires, flatten your tires
Me n Cynic be the reason that these rappers retired
Hang it up, we'd had enough of hearing that you slangin drugs
The world's fucked, it ain't wrong if you blamin us
Cynic:
Playin the cut in the corner poppin a molly cap
Rockin a Stalin 'stache
Old school, Hollis Ave
Told you, we never droppin stacks on gold jewels
Royalty raisin their glasses up to make a toast to
Rapswell:
My whole crew feisty like a young Pacino
Yo we runnin the casino, soon to blow like Gus Fring tho
Deeper than the voice of Bun B goes, amigos
Drinkin vino with some guidos screamin out "Rumino!!!"
HOOK
Cynic:
Tired of these kids flashin average bars
Carrying cannons like they been havin Samus' arm
Once the barrier's crossed, guaranteed they sportin soiled chinos
Tryna find my fortune, vacation up in resorts, casinos
Maybe a villa, makin a killin droppin dominos
With a mafiosa out on the Almafi coast
Fuck rockin a sloppy flow, we bonifed
Real Rap Raw
So that mask you wearin, peel that off
Who you foolin, sippin on grapes, publishing music
Need the best never settle for less, no substitutions
Rapswell:
Kinetically, I approach the mic with a pedigree
Always on a quest to be a better MC
Sittin in the park on some Motown type doo wop
Words spark like an oowop, you do not
Jam with the technique, nasty with the etiquette
Stay grimy like a third world settlement
Represent
HOOK
Cynic:
Dodging bullets, breakin limbs
Like I been trainin in the Matrix with the Agent Smith
Fuck a DVD, I rock a laser disc
Spittin heinous shit that makes you sick
You better take it with a grain of salt
We watch your brain dissolve
Rapswell:
Paint a portrait, you poor kids should forfeit
Get off it, you on some baby dick sorta soft shit
Poppin pills like Morpheus I'm awfully sick
Thinkin dark thoughts, go into a coffin to spit
I'm an ill guy, drop science like Bill Nye
Spittin like I'm a llama til these muthafuckas realize
It feels nice to kick mathematics
Kicked most of my bad habits except I'm still a rap addict
Quit spittin, and in six minutes
Cynic:
Yo we back at it
Spasmadic up on the stage, they tell us relax
Get slap happy
We gainin capital off these tracks
Addicted to the mics, we put em down but then we relapse
HOOK
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Cynic The Apache:
Fresh grapes gettin jammed beneath my cold feet
Angelina Jolie wanna handle my cannoli
And my family always told me get it in with a famous broad
Stay with your squad and don't even think of hatin on mine
Savin my time for sprayin these rhymes with the eloquence
Of pelicans diving for a fresh catch
Make an okeydoke nod his head until his neck snap
My best tracks comin from the lockbox, you not hot
I make em stop drop n roll, I'm not opposed to knockin foes down like dominoes
Stop your flow it's trash for amateurs
I'm a connasseur, sippin liquor til I vomit on your floor
Bringin large force to the session, abort with the weapons
I mean it was cool when it was torture with Method
So what happened?
Guess they forgot where it came from
It's all about bass son, not spittin that great funk
So let me be the one who really writes the message
They admire autotune instead of dudes in cypher sessions
That's the type of lesson to take the monkey off my fuckin back
I'm shaking up the game like a rumble pack
Pussy
Charles Schwab:
Bougie bitch threw me designer condoms, Prada on my third leg
High fashion smashin, never felt this classy in action
She even kept her pinky up when she started duck sickin
She loved my song, we played it loud and thats before we bumped *Buhkaccckkk*
Gotta love it
Love bragging about the music my crew's making with no budget
Just some bogies and some dutches
and some 40s and my musket
My pen explodes loads of gold fool
This my career weapon, yeah my Pro Tool
I'm old school, satisfied by hard bars
Not this new fuckshit where you stutter about your hot cars
Mama bred a rap star, climbed out the womb holdin a mic
Cyphers in the nursery thru the thick of the night
I'm never gettin it right, a hard headed muthafucka
Never went to high school, I went to school high
Cool guy
Homies with the thugs, just in case a smart guy tried to exude his confidence, I had some homies that would bug
*I dont why i cant remember this line man, FUCKKK!*
I slam poetry and smack poets, at an open mic
Then choke a dyke with my fuckin bare dick
Then do tricks up in the uterus, I aint new to this
Been doing magic for a decade, watch me prove it, BITCH!
When you were playing Mortal Kombat about to finish him
I was watching girls look for their panties after finishing
Run game, scrimmaging
All along the east coast,
Parlay in boston, that where i got my first deep throat
Homegirls ask me, why you rap so nasty??
You gave me the material, to you, I owe this grammy
Peace to my lady friends, peace to my lovers
If it wasnt for the hot sex, i'd still be undiscovered
Jamii Bass:
Yeah they say the mission is impossible
Murder Tom Cruise just to show you folks what I could do
Came from out of the hospital from bein the sickest
I use my tongue to make her come, time to show her what my cockatoo
Talkin bout hip-hop, the only bitch I love
She so corrupted tho, she'll cut your throat
Pussy good but fuck it though
Never lose the feeling even when I'm on a buncha coke
Life's a bitch she's such a joke, but give me head and suck it slow
Always feelin comfortable, even I'm awkward
That's why I fly with Faux Pas, you see me in the cockpit
Til I'm in a coffin, love actin retarded
Ain't bout the money, but I could say I'm happy you bought it
Classic! Comin from the team that knows the rules
Drastic, Jamii be the one to blow the fuse
See I'm 27, still feelin like 19 doe
They say I bring the wave remind you of El Niño
Rapswell:
Yo I sip the lager then I hit the bottle over heads of men
That try to spit bravado, talkin shit at my recital
Yo I'm gettin homicidal over drum tracks
Verbal gun claps is what happens, around rappers I run laps
I'm an original son, you can't copy cat
The animated style Hayao Miyazaki raps
Howl's Moving Castle, run up on you wearin hockey masks
The Bash Bros, we smash yo, it ain't no stoppin that
Ta ra ra boom dee yay
And all you sleepy muhfuckas are soon to pay
Cuz even if you don't see me, know that I'm still a threat
Out of sight, yet I be killin it with my silhouette
Willin to be tyou're a punk kid
Now I woke ya little silly ass up son, who'd a thunk it?
Brought the funk talkin mad jive
But at the end of the day, just be glad that you're alive
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me CYNIC ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me SCHWAB ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me JAMII ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me SWELL ain't all that
WHAT
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Pen Pals Outro
02:31
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Cynic The Apache: You don’t know?
Rapswell: Theres no hope
C: Quotes in the overcoat
R: Yo we so dope, never sold dope
C: We the reason old folks decide to relocate
R: It’s okay
C: Munching crab legs with the Old Bay
R: You obey when we giving orders with the Voice
C: You getting double crossed, fucked over like an altar boy
R: You fuckin with the art of noise
C: Running with the Barbaroi
R: Coming with more lines then a mime wearing corduroys
C: Riding star destroyers, Hopping through hyperspace
You feeling some type of way? You getting punched in the face
For a couple of days till we rupture ya veins,
R: Slow down son, you're confusing their intellect
You know that me and Cynic been a vet before the internet
C: I’m killin these kids, fuck slowing down cuz my abilities sick
And fuck nine thousand my power levels over a million bitch
R: Yo what is it? It’s a blizzard, mid-December anthems
We throwing temper tantrums over instrumentals and some
C: Plus we handsome, probably stealing ya lady
Hold her for ransom, extorting Samsung executives
And vandalizing their Phantoms
R: DAMN SON! You really spit bars
Fat man with a big cigar saying “This kid's a star!”
C: Toss a bag on her head and throw ya bitch in the car
Kidnapping women to fund my addiction to liquor and caviar.
R: One time for the verbal raw
It’s Rapswell the kid you never heard before, the herbivore
Serve em all, lunch lady cafeteria
We smack inferior rappers with the bacteria bruh
C: Now ya hearing two of the sickest with the pens kid
Pass airport security with vials of epidemics
R: It’s contagion, I’m amazing with the pen simply
Me and the Cynic be like Ren and Stimpy
C: Sixteen bar verses, leave ya head in the dirt and
R: You fuck around when we on the stage and it’s curtains
C: Snatching jewels outta turbans,
R: Yo you heard what he fuckin said?
C: One hand on the Mic the other one clutching shrunken heads
R: You punks are dead!
C: Under ya bed with meat cleavers
R: Stuff ya body parts in little boxes like Pete Seeger,
C: Spit venom
R: Speak ether
C: Defeat creatures
R: With heat seekers
C: Beat preachers
R: Drastic
C: Deplete beakers
R: With acid
C and R: You bastards!
R: You try to fuck with us and it’s a wrap kid
C: Forget about international, we finna go intergalactic
R and C: And that’s it!
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