Trackmasters - Dos Leches lyrics

[Verse 1] Everybody around me's a blur I exist in alternate universe where algorithms burst into thin air I'll go rid them of their existence, been there twisting The swivel of my chair leaves them distant Details i never mention, I keep my cool intact With Babatunde crafting tunes for Doomsday Rapture coming soon in fact Under the tutelage of Zeus, I be moving that Insurmountable boom bap zapping out of a cannon I told a thousand hoes 'hop on the bandwagon' They were doubting those pyros Hanging at the park when it's dark, packing bowls With patches of gra** 'cause we're paranoid Of the Paterson noise, my backpack Got these parables, and they paramount If they on the opposition, point 'em out Take u to the moon and back Detach soul from the cracks in the mirror capturing you Cause I'm in the mood for that And the gla** on your screen ain't shatterproof Don't look at me with a mask, I travel through The past so I saw you before the facade Before they examined your fossil in a faucet appalled Yeah, my memory is polished I checked the richness in your spirit and it's clear that Ya got empty pockets Diss me, you'll hear a reply for it Read between the lines, I'm a lion and I arrived for it Studio's a psych ward, it's mad lit A madman rapping to Madlib in mad limbo I want a mansion that's magical for my mom A myriad of styles, in the mirror that's a child Fantasizing 'bout dropping albums that ppl are fond of Was my immediate desire [Verse 2] Ayo, we swanging like them chandeliers The drive that resides inside him gives him right to steer Horses and carriages, morse code with some bandits Deliver the messages fast and furious, Paul Walker, Paul Revere Effortless, Pica**o of the posse, pick locks at the party Hit the jukebox, take some quarters out my tubesock And let our tunes rock after 2Pac on who's block I'm hip-hop, just pardon me, it's a pleasure to be here Instead of being fossilized, understand My mind is Aristotle colossal size, follow, this that audible Culdesac, bra** knuckles strapped, leave your skull cracked Soul shattering into shards, pulling of crack the way i'm pulling your card Jacking your car saps**er, back the f** up type of atmosphere Say I'm not the bomb, motherf**er, watch me detonate Calm breeze, palm trees ruptured in the dead of night Bars, push-ups, thoughts and scripture, that's my debt to pay Twist the flicka's wrist until that b**h has a levee break Flow, flow, flow, I think you need that All that sh** on your rhyme book, you can keep that These rappers always acting like birds wanting to tweet that Charlie Sheens at party scenes, me, I just fiend rap Believe that