Senators - Revival Sk**s lyrics

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Senators - Revival Sk**s lyrics

[Lish] My rhyme style's 'bout to be very legendary This ain't Salt N Pepa but it's very necessary Please don't come wack, thinkin' that you can compare me To any of these cats, you'll get beat and f**in' buried Think that you can beat me? Go see the secretary Stand in line, write some rhymes, keep 'em in your headpiece Your style's kinda stale, yo you need something refreshing Take a sip of this, it isn't 7-Up or Pepsi Take a puff of that, it's either ganja or sinse What in your head makes you think that you can stress me I'll be rockin' mics, only one you'll have'll be ....testing.... 1,2, what kind of game is this? We stay up like some smoke like guerillas in the mist You and these f**in' amateurs are clowns up in the mix Don't even get on top of this, we'll clown you f**in' pricks Before you bounce, you can put a crown on top of this My dome piece, you rome streets, go drown in the abyss [Smevz] These MCs are all the same, hear it on repeat for ages Like so long dental plan, "Lisa needs braces" Whether dude or a dame, you gotta stay true to the game But we could all talk about it 'til we're blue in the face Why's everybody bickerin'? I can't stop snickerin' The lights are all flickerin', I think the acid's kickin' in You're actin' so hard when you really come wack And you're rappin' like you hold the mic in your bu*t crack My mind flows with notes and it just goes to show That I don't know if what I wrote was poetry or prose I can still say you just wanna get fame Cuz what you spit's lame, your flow is the beat's sh**stain Insane to think that getting heinously famous Gets you watertight holes like Greg Lougainis' an*s Well this flow is flambe, it hits like Bombay When I bust it interrupts like my name was Kanye And listen to all of these f**in' naysayers Mumblin' their bullsh** like some fat eighth graders [Lish] Like Farmer John links, f** what you think I wanna pound that poontang up until it stinks Breakfast, OJ and coffee servin' two drinks Blinkin' and rappin' in morse code, see if you blink f** what you think, it's our recital, our year Self-made, revival sk**s right here If you thinkin' otherwise, step to the rear f** out of here! We ain't playin' around right here [Smevz] You oughtta smack back with a fat rap Cuz if you spat back a wack attack I'd laugh instead of rap back I'm like an enigma and riddle wrapped in a mystery With raps in cuneiform, heiroglyphics, and calligraphy Was chillin' with a girl into indie named Mindy Fed her pet gremlin whiskey and the little ba*tard bit me Though when you've got this much sk**, it ain't easy to fail You'd think that writing rhymes was my thesis at Yale [Lish] I feel your rhymes are kinda stale Just like Monopoly, go straight to jail Do not pa** go, no two hundred dollars f**in' scoundrels, chumps, and fake ballers [Smevz] Kinda awkward just to watch ya while you try to rock it proper I'm a scholar, this a slaughter, man I'm sorry that I bothered [Lish] You ain't embarra**ed enough yet? Compared to these punks, bet It's apparent they ain't prepared 'cuz they're preparin' these dumb threats [Smevz] They steppin', pretendin' we stressin' like they gonna best us I'm guessin' these jesters forgettin' we too damn infectious [Lish] These chumps are so precious, determined to wreck this [Smevz] The lesson is that at any given minute we'll end this