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The Comeback
Rapswell: Yo it's the baddest kids, the verbal catalyst Talentless rappers had to battle this to learn the words I spit are so hazardous I had a list of the illest emcees in the universe But soon a verse came in my head that made me forget who was first Like a Lacuna nurse, an enemy of memory The only remedy's searchin for your true identity Serenity enters me from here to Tennessee An this menace be, yet another MC you cannot see A grown dude that owns shoes in chrome hues And when it comes time to pwn noobs, I don't lose I've had enough of rappers actin like they bad as fuck I chatted up the slut with the fattest butt and spat a nut You outta luck, your shit is wack and comatose Even your momma knows you took a fall like dominoes So vamanos, got more flavor than Gushers The spot rusherz Yeah you get props! But not as much as us
HOOK
Cynic The Apache: Hear no evil, see no evil but we speak a lot it Rapswell: These amateurs and novices get smacked for actin childish C: Hold the weight of Free Willy R: We chillin in the cut Mercy me ya mans a villain, killin every mic we touch
Cynic The Apache: I'm like when that lightning struck the kite Benny Franklin held Stash up in my socks, so no wonder why the ankles smell When that angel fell I snatched em out of the sky Split a 40 with em, gave the man a pound, then good bye Heard the sound of a siren and ran, thinkin like a rebel Disorderly conduct for drinkin with the Devil Never payin my fine bitch, choosin my alignment Learned this trick from Nas, only stare at your eyelids 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Never sleep tho, always check the peephole Hurt em with the vocals, these okeydokes melt down like Chernobyl
*Shit talking*
Cynic: APACHE! The man to call when your problem's messy You wanna mouth off? Suck on my colossal testes The apostles blessed me, all 12, at the last supper Mass ruckus, blast suckas The wreckage is impeccable
Rapswell: Turn you fruits into vegetables, it's easy Me n Cynic we be on the top like ZZ Or Mt. Olympus, down to rip this track to the end And we sound the slickest so we never have to pretend And
Cynic: We some true scholars, study til our heads are full You n your man on the throne, knock you off your pedestal Kick it intellectual, or we rap ignorant
Rapswell: Countin stacks of wax while we smokin jazz cigarettes Since I met The Cynic it's been double on the wordplay Cuz real lyricism isn't dead, fuck what herbs say Survey says: most people don't know shit! Rather dance around with glowsticks Fuck em the flow's sick Time to spark shit, up in the mosh pit I'm feelin nauseous, put the quill to the parchment An everything's mo better, so fed up with dumb raps Strictly boom bap So you know it's The Comeback
HOOK
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