Jean Grae - Kill Screen Lyrics
This is rebel shitThis is rebel shitMojave rockGot polyglots, who'll molly whop you til yo body popI'm never sick, when my temperature drop, it's 7 up105.6 hell, praise the rockI ain't a savior, just your neighbor like amazing PeterMinus the spider bite, the webs, the aunt and uncle neitherBut save the reasoning, the need to tuck the dynamiteTo even up the nonbelieversMan humble season was cool, sureBut now I'm seeing North Shore faces, are y'all sureWell turn around and walk four pacesI'll walk forth five, y'all 86′ed in all casesI'm the figure 8 sideways, always, agelessY'all in the club aimless, blind, spades shitMy time and space mix, record a rhyme on spaceshipsYou way behind like you caught a ride on a slave shipI'm the modern anomaly, brazen Amelie, facelessRepresenting the basement, raised up, cage lessLimitless, reminiscent of rapistsBoundaries?Got none, rock, paper, shotgunAchtung, baby not an A.D.D 80′s baby I'm not fromRated G catering eras, I was the type of New YorkerRhyming at night in the park and hiding a knife in hair andEven though mama was careful, I would be fighting so oftenFinding the light in dark, was time and just life in the mirrorReflection infinite, EscherIn the endWe r who we r uhhh… Ke$haLate night dive bar, sipping on a vesperI'm bond and the villain in one time bomb, test herDressed mismatch like confederate soldiersTold ya best to think fast, this level is overI'm going for the kill screen, fistful of quartersBilly Mitchell, I'm a fiend, jumping barrels, famous saucesWas a preteen prodigy, a plethora of knowledge, I don't mean like Albert JohnsonI mean Jean was on to collegeI'll never respect a comment from a noviceI'll never be just a common denominator, promiseI was nominated flyest so you'll see I'll take us higher, the defiant oneThe phoenix from the fire, hell mouth leviathanI only get killed at the end of timeSo I'm buying someThis is heavy metalRyersonOr Reitman & Mogel '81 either is right manMy life spans eternal ever since I touched the mic standPut the mic in my right hand, left hook, goodnight manRest good, hype man, jeannie take it easy like bikinis on some white sand is on meI'm calm b, sipping on a zombie, Condé, Nast, no bath salts spilling in my flaskI'm appealing to your class, laugh now get shot later with sedativesI'll medicate to torture you some more so aww, you better liveEdifice I'm living in a world full of oedipusIt's all relative, melanin, nepotismTell the kids, hell is in, check the prisonsI wanna teach particle physics business, just as a better business class, syllabus rise upYou wanna get your philistine thighs upMy abilities high as *****You still willing to try luckI wish I had guillotine garage doorsMass carnage, barnyard parties, animals, carnivoresTrash, garbage, Skarsgaard hotties, mandibles, parting jawsBleeding y'all dry of convictions... the art of war
