Juggaknots - Epiphany Lyrics
[Scratching]Behold the fungus among usWhen dabblin with babblinI sends the battle scene to the apocalypseWith this you grab my ***** ya lipsBe gettin sorta puckeryGettin the Brewin gassed to save that ass come stop the *****eryMy style'll leave ya posin like a hitch hikerMake me wanna ***** microphone slap that shady ass, you bullshit niggaYour frontin said you didn't think too hot of meBut once you feel the vocal side of me you'll say, "You got it, G"I finds the virgin ears I'm bustin raw popsYa savin the drops, tryin to analyze my DNA, the verbal blueprintEven if you spend eternity you're baffled, niggaHavin not the slightest clue of how I'm swinginBringin styles and flow that's nastier than urineSee my shit is pure and ghetto embellished demonic funk and all that good shitA bad nigga when it comes to grabbin micsI love all women of the spectrum, ***** around I'm stabbin dykesAnd as I hurt em I convert em, when it comes to honey dip skitsI'm leavin pussies sore as if you just delivered triplets, I flip shitWhen niggas say the brewin doesn't rhyme slickI yokes em in the Heimlich just to get the *****in garbage out ya throatMentally hardcoreThere be no guard for defendin against the shit I'm sendinOnce you're comprehendin the ill funk aphrodisiacGivin the hoodies woodies as I'm *****in up the head like brass knuckles givin noogies[Scratching, horns]I be's the hell fire word reaverEven Ripley can't believeI pull a stunt as if my name was Colt SeaverAKA The Fall GuyI never score, why?I'm hittin like MattinglyGet your *****in Webster's dictionaryLook under "fat" and you'll see my profile so smileYou're grinnin like the JokerCause I chose to smoke a mic and let you witnessGet this through your thick skull: my shit is deadlyI kicks my verse, niggas couldn't offer competition with a medley of their worksI smirks when booty niggas try and grab thisSurvival of the fittest call me *****in Tony Atlas, at the podiumI pours my sodium in open flesh wounds as I mesh tunes with the vocal jointTo become the focal pointBrothas of funk soon discover I be +deeper+ than that nigga Larry Fishburne's +cover+Hover on the L, sorta like a stealth in the nightThen I makes the party jump even when it's full of white men[Scratching, horns]Check it outI represent enlightenmentThat have you squintinHintin to rewards of the lord's charity received with clarityI heave skillaful syllable is the brick I stick in music mortarMakin ya think and raisin my floor to architectI comes to spark a techMind barrages massages carressed in peaceThe vocal acupuncture your stress releasedLike a hymen crack in my rhymin slacking never thatStyles mysterious like under LL's hatThe curious become the furious and play the juryThus I'm found guilty labeling my sound filthy with the gutter in my utterA fat ***** goes, "Me me me"I cut her in pieces kill her sisters daughters and niecesAnything related to such a thoughtI crush I fought hard representin wicked Juggaknot mindsI breaks it down to your EnglishI makes you say, "I'm gooder"Verbs deeper than a hooker strictly bonin seven footers[Scratching, horns til fade]
