Gym Class Heroes - Food for Mic Skills lyrics

[Gym Class Heroes - Food for Mic Skills lyrics]

Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips
On tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but
I'm all about Axion, verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin'
I'm beyond regular
You stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate
But, I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it
With something uglier than
The product of Sha nae nae and
Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah
Just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion
For the simple fact my vocabulary
Lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed across the
Bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then
Disappear like JD salinger
As whack emcee's continue
Scuffin' their knees
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to
Get their platinum chains and cars
I'mma keep on doin' my thing
Broke as Macy Gray would be with
A regular voice trying to sing
Who wanna bring it to
These Crab Apple affiliates
Act silly and you'll get split down
The middle like a Philly gets
I've had enough of all these silent menaces
I'm for peace but you'll get
Quickly deceased with violent sentences
The only witnesses will be later notified
To come identify the dental
Records of a kid offended mine
You ain't a friend of mine so I
Suggest you call me Mr mcCoy
Hot shit will burn and blister you boy
It's like

We manifest through tape decks
And Prismacolor markers
Invade your space like feathers
From down parka's
We legends in our own times and
Every rhyme is living proof
We drinkin' forty's from the
Fountain of youth
And when we done we're pissin' innocence
Cause in a sense
Everything your mouth dispense don't
Necessarily pay the rent or the phone bills
You can't trade food for mic skills
But, if you could I'd be eating lovely
Believe me

Travis McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick
These other rappers on some old common cold
(SHHH) i'm sicker than that
And plus you always suck
(YECK) quicker than that
And H20 aqua we be thicker than that
And if at anytime shit gets to hard to
Handle I'm going out raw
Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell
Steppin' out the darkness with
An army of creeps
Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to
Get no sleep cause cat's speak soft
And quick to front hard like Charles Bronson
Shoutin' out Brooklyn
Knowin' that they from Wisconsin
That's why I'm always concentratin'
When I'm puffin' cheeba
We down with New York State
And the city of Geneva
G Town's my residence that's where
I stack my dead presidents
And in my mind it ain't
No time for irrelevance
Come on now I thought you knew better
My rhymes are nines and my
Mouth's a lyrical berretta
But betteryeTi make you Sweat like Keith
And have your whole crew fallin'
Out like rotten teeth
Have your whole damn crew fallin'
Out like rotten teeth, come on

We manifest through tape decks
And prisma colored markers
Invade your space like feathers
From down parka's
We legends in our own times and
Every rhyme is living proof
We drinkin' forty's from the
Fountain of youth
And when we done we're pissin' innocence
Cause in a sense
Everything your mouth dispense don't
Necessarily pay the rent or the phone bills
You can't trade food for mic skills
But, if you could I'd be eating lovely
Believe me

Who start it like us, rip a part it like us
Who you know jump on the stage
And get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us
Who you know jump on the stage
And get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us
Who you know jump on the stage
And get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us
Who you know jump on the stage
And get retarded like us?

GCH will make it happen
Regardless of the element
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit
To straight rappin' who got your mama's
Hands cl-cl-cl-cl-clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail
These rappers soundin' sweet over
Stale ass beats come on get serious
You're making me furious with these
Lame cliche's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat
You to death with black books
Now that I got your undivided
You got a mic? You better hide it
I'm creepin' six deep with seven
Swords of drunk pirates with eye patches
No teeth and burnt eye lashes
So they don't sleep and
Stay dodgin' car crashes
I'll smash your pride like a star
That just got his fame stolen
Bash you with a mic so hard
I'll leave your name swollen
Cut to the chase I'll just
Get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than
Fred Durst's best verse
And (and) it's (it's) like (like) that (that)

We manifest through tape decks
And prisma colored markers
Invade your space like feathers
From down parka's
We legends in our own times and
Every rhyme is living proof
We drinkin' forty's from the
Fountain of youth
And when we done we're pissin' innocence
Cause in a sense
Everything your mouth dispense don't
Necessarily pay the rent or the phone bills
You can't trade food for mic skills
But, if you could I'd be eating lovely
Believe me

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