Antitune - Draft 05 lyrics

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Antitune - Draft 05 lyrics

I am rap's rebu*tal to Anne Coulter's raging menopause String shot and harden are s** jokes for trainers with Metapods I've never had baklava nor have I ever been to Lebanon But when I do, I'll raise a fist for Bronson and void my debit card If the namesake of exchange rates is inflated currency I'd rather exchange dates because food would be more fruitful I'll volley clementines at immigration lines in Mali when I dap a Japanese musician tuning a shamisen My jajanken is hereby undefeated, which is pretty strange Cause I'm not the best at math and I had to drop AP Statistics I've had the same Christmas wish list since I was six Cause Toriyama won't be quick to lease his Saiya-jin figures to Todd MacFarlane I often disrespect margins imposed on my locutions Be they social normatives or those ugly pink ones in my notebook I loathe the word wholesome as an irreconcilable misnomer Because you have to take the good with the bad, forever and always Put another hook here Tell em why you're so dope Talk about your team even though all these tracks are dolo Act like you're the trillest sh** since Lesnar flipped the Big Show And broke the ring, put another verse into the spoken sling Swing David, f** these other cats, you finna get famous and get wasted Wasting hunnid stacks on chicks to strip naked and live faded Praising deities you found on a Wiki-page, commit the script to memory For 50 days and witty exchange, for a pitiless game, let ya city proclaim That you were pithily raised from its sh**ty terrain And then convince the world they owe you something For being a semi-self aware orator in a land of gilded dream chasers A geek rap aficionado that's only referencing Virgil if he's wielding Yamato Made leaps from a hollow to a sword bloody, sangre espada, destroying sonatas Like cannonballs launched from armadas, I gotcha, ahead of the curve and behind Gimme time and space to manifest and I can show you how the snake entwine Forsaking lines for parabolas, pa**ing Excalibur back to the King Cause all I need is a quill and a manager/ blasting neurovascular raps Becoming amba**ador to the synapses snapping and making ya brain spasm In fact, where the train travel is tracked to my main bastion Of slap happy rhetorical banter, insane tantrums to body the prose Unprofessional but I body the flows with the snottiest nose Like an obvious cold, I'll be the humblest prince grown from the co*kiest toad I just a**umed you would've already known Peace