SkullCap - Big Dusty Revisited lyrics

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SkullCap - Big Dusty Revisited lyrics

Check my style, check check, check it out Check my style, check check, check it out Check it out yall, Check it out yall I will never fall, this is protocol To my mind at least To my mind at least I'm indecisive, is this the nicest Of feelings that the world has to offer? Lemme splice it To a yin and yang ice age, founded on truth and ideals Entice reality to a point where everything is surreal And I can't tell if I'm sober or if I overdosed Endorse the product coast to coast and overboast Riding on the rower's boat into the land of the mist In my overcoat, never believing in the supernatural Because if it was sensible, the reason would be practical Activists will ma**acre Tactical thought processes, enacting in ways radical You see it all unfold on afterschool cartoons The bane of unimaginative existence I'm known for my persistence People groan in every instance I grow some extra inches If it was their way they'd postpone my life in this existence But I'm on airways so I'll spread condolences for misfits May not succeed but I risked it, because the other choice is nothing And that's so obsolete, I'll choose the pop fly over bunting Don't understand like popeye grunting, insert pun about the spinach Overdone or overcooked, but I'm too zen to show a grimace Listen, this is a simple rap for clarity Listen, I will connect all the disparity Check my style, check check, check it out Check my style, check check, check it out Check it out yall, Check it out yall I will never fall, this is protocol To my mind at least To my mind at least They wanted me to go in so, I snuck in through their window Looking mad and got madder when I asked where's the Nintendo Like hello? Gamecube? You don't have the necessities I ditched them while they called the cops, too high of an intensity Grounded out and mellow, I ain't lookin for an argument But no, I'm not paying for your stupid made-up armistice Our country is militant in instinct, and worships the a** Of the rapper on pinkprint, even now it's hard to think it What about Watsky's and Wasalu's? All the quality they offer you Is lost and impossibly grander in honesty, and blossomed too They're too preachy and I fit in with the bunch I'm more flattered than insulted that I can deliver a lyrical punch I'll choose fire, ice or thunder depending on what's most effective But due to clear misconception I think dynamic was elected Listen, this is a simple rap for clarity Listen, I will connect all the disparity Check my style, check check, check it out Check my style, check check, check it out Check it out yall, Check it out yall I will never fall, this is protocol To my mind at least I hope you're checking by now, because... I've told you in like, two other choruses at this point Grit my fangs and walk into the cla**room, hello children Divert your attention towards me for a second and please listen Don't diss me for a second, I promise I won't be phased My name is Mr. King, I'll be your substitute for the next few days Now graze the worksheet that I'm handing out, it's relevant to your next a**ignment The upcoming unit will give this whole course some perspective and alignment And if you have any confusion, please walk up straight to my desk I'm a psychic with acupressure, I will relieve you of your stress A little boy walked up to me and said “I didn't hear the instructions” So I punched his f**ing face in and gave him a ma**ive concussion The cla** laughed and the bell rang, it's time for lunch so they left Including the boy once on the floor, standing up as if my punch had no affect I watched him as he exited, then noticed an astral spirit Floating in the space he departed from, too scared to motion near it Cla** ended, and I went home, then I came back the next day And sure enough, the phantom still was there, no sign of going away Now I know you're searching genius, so let me save you the trouble This is about our educators living life inside their bubble Exerting no amount of trouble to comprehend our inner demons Providing punishment for lack of adaptation throughout the seasons This guy a rapper or a dr. Seuss? Why, need a prescription? Not enough capable people for a meaningful petition Listen, this is a simple rap for clarity But all these people are so scared of me