Jean Grae - Kill Screen (Steve Wiebe) Lyrics
This is rebel shit - Mojave rockGot polyglots, who'll molly whop you 'til your 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, sureNow I'm seeing North Shore faces, are y'all sureTurn 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 erasI was the type of New Yorker rhyming at night in the parkAnd hiding a knife in hair and even though Mama was carefulI would be fighting so often, finding the light in darkWas time and just life in the mirrorReflection infinite, EscherIn the end, we are who we are, 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, plethora of knowledgeI don't mean like Albert Johnson, I mean Jean was on to collegeI'll never respect a comment from a noviceI'll never be just a common denominator, I promiseI was nominated flyest so you'll see I'll take us higher, the defiant oneThe phoenix from the fire, hell mouth leviathanOnly get killed at the end of time so I'm buying someThis is heavy metal - RyersonOr Reitman & Mogel '81 either is right manLife 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 easyLike bikinis on some white sand is on meI'm calm b, sipping on a zombie, Condé, NastNo bath salts spilling in my flaskI'm appealing to your classLaugh now get shot later with sedativesMedicate to torture you some more so aww, you better liveEdifice, living in a world full of OedipusIt's all relative, melanin, nepotismTell the kids, hell is in, check the prisonsI wanna teach particle physics businessJust as a better business class, syllabus rise upYou wanna get your philistine thighs upMy abilities high as *****, still willing to try luckI wish I had guillotine garage doorsMass carnage, barnyard parties, animals, carnivoresTrash, garbage, Skarsgård hotties, mandibles, parting jawsBleeding y'all dry of convictions, the art of war
