Domo Genesis & Alchemist - No Idols lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator] Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley and Domo Gen in this b**h I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids Some gasoline, me and Domo, we're two talented kids b**h, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs Think I give a f**? Axes get to hackin' at dicks Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz Man this rap sh** is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new a**hole I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor That's cause I'm up 'til four in the morning recording, f** it If you think I'm a dick, you b**h then why don't you, shove it Up your f**in' a**, I mastered this sh** like I'm, Grudman Cuban chain tucked cause you know I don't like, stuntin' But since we're on the subject, I'm good bruh it's, nothin' Lettuce in my pocket, salty n***as need to, catch up You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella And I'm still f**in' hungry, that's probably cause I'm African Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again Actually, f** this, Adult Swim pays good Loiter Squad season two, b**h I wanna act again [Break] Uno, dos, tres, quatro (x8) [Beat Switch] [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] Liftin' up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout To be honest, when I drop it I'm knockin' the whole block out Off the gla**, even when it look good I still box out b**h regardless, I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out Smellin' like success, leave the room I bet it linger Word slinger, oh it's itchin' I'm fixin' the trigger finger I don't get respect it's like somebody gotta die tonight Type to hit my special five times in a title fight [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Six in the morn, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose The needle got me sick, whatever Robitussin will get it I'mma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything I imagine I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one Cause twenty-three's too late, I'm done I wool-knitted this purse and bullsh**ted this verse But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk It's No Idols, n***a Domo Genesis [Switches back to the First Beat] [Verse 4: Domo Genesis] I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals Listen yo, quit the b**hin', why you timid? I got this sh** controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul For all you know I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story Reason you feelin' worried, cause I'm the poltergeist I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights So when they ask me if I'm 'bout to k** 'em, tell 'em, "Show you're right" I got my focus right as you could f**in' see now Plannin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile Document my awesomeness cause I don't like to freestyle I like to hit the dougie while she s**in' on my penile Domo Genesis, what I tell them b**hes I'm finished with Spit the sickest sh**, don't put them tickets on your Christmas list Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists sh**, watch these n***as just spaz on some schizophrenic sh** No Idols [Outro] Our boy Al, everybody's pal