The Palmer Squares - Sickamore Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Acumental] I hit the scene in '88 like some dirty rotten scoundrels Broke all the ground rules But what it boils down to is this Ya boy's been getting hounded to spit to the crowd over sickamore sounds so we did You can't deny or repute our maniacal ways Keep it fly as a goose in the sky no debate That I kinda been losing my mind as of late Kickin' rhymes over loops that I find in the crate Or devising a ruse in the line at the bank You'll despise every move that I'm likely to make 'Bout to tie up my shoes bottom ninth of the game Pop one high toward the IV and slide to the plate Riotous group satisfying your taste Like them chinamen do with some rice and an egg I make it look easy as eleven times two and divided my seven (easy as pi!) Piece of cake I be the greatest everybody know me at the bar See me rolling in a car with Khloe and Lamar Or smoking a cigar with Hugh Heff at the mansion Record on blast baby everyone dancin' We're like royalty I'm talking Tenanbaum status People bend over backwards for these incredible rappers Heavy semantics compel ya to axis The fact is that we keep it hot like welders and blacksmiths The righteous leader with the fly groove fever Got rhyme schemes to motivate your high school speaker Maybe I'm too eager when it comes to this Riding to the river and releasing all the rumblefish [Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] Now I ain't known for propriety More like social anxiety The antidote is probably a dose of chlorpromazine Had a muse for the music Took notes from Calliope And wound up with the flow of Poseidon's sea Wandering alone in society Blowing smoke from the fire in me You got no clue how high I be I'm opposed to sobriety Out of my dome with the open palm Tryna hold the globe in entirety Now keep makin' them superfluous claims I be dispersing the slang that makes you burst into flames You heard Term was nice Well not specifically Bring the herbs and spices 'cus I gots the recipe My kitchen knives are used to chop off extremities Bob shot the sheriff and I shot the deputy I'm down with Murphy but God's laws I disbelieve Just grabbing microphones to shout out obscenities Descriptive lines of imagery Topped off with trickery So it's hard not to think of me as contradictory f** soda give me pop rocks and Hennessy Hotbox the Bentley GT on the Kennedy Drive through the cloud with the ganja suspending me Hit the fog lights till I drop down to city streets Stop for Chinese Wantons and sh**ty beef I'm the one with the top notch delivery In the majors while you bring your pop-pops to little league Either you bench warming or you black spots linguistically A swan song soliloquy I call my life's thesis Doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons like Jesus I'm outta breath with it