A-F-R-O - Mental Exercise lyrics
[A-F-R-O - Mental Exercise lyrics]
Ayo
Blastin' Labor Days by Aesop Rock
Drop the weighted brain
Await your fate and trace bass, stop
Opt the gated frame
Doctor Ock with octopus common arms
Robbin' banks
Stop and thank the prospered
Prophet coppin' dangerous flame
My mind is tryna to find a fire extinguisher
I'm in the rhyme, I'm sightin' to see it
Slidin' my finger in her
The mental exercise
The gentle Lucenzo with kettles to fry
The devils and rebels settlin' by the fire
Of certain levels
Affirmative vermin servin' sermons
To churches
And work with the memos to churn the stems up
The grinder
My mind Is Boogie-in' Nights
Like Burt Reynolds
Worst verse temptin' to curve the thirst
Emblem
The plot thickens, Watch Dogs spot the image
I'll stop spittin' when Kermit
The Frog stop snitchin'
I know well the flow cold
Shows that wrote well
But Jo-el
(Hoel) or Jo-el will know well
That FRO still his bro
Forsho
My attraction'll go and flail - ho
Lookin' like pork
Like Michael Jackson nose fell
Clip ya toenails
Full forward spit entity velcro
Ya hoe still blow
Go below and tickle the Elmo
Impossible to match like tryna
Like up your elbow
Older cat with flow to match
It goes infinite
Oh, I see your bitch's snatch
I fuckin' blow my nose in it
So dependent
I'm ready to - make your shoulders separate
A baseball bat to the back of the damn ankle
Your face draws that, half-staggered
Mad at the Maker
Subliminal with minerals, fond
Coppin' the rays
Tho
Lyrical, but critical - I'm Rotten Tomatoes
Flixster, fix ya mistress
Bitch been snippin' messages
I'll slash your innards, passed your
Middle, fg I kill ya
Master Splinter
Actual nigga, mutant nigga, shoot the winter
Move the center
Blastin' Labor Days by Aesop Rock
Drop the weighted brain
Await your fate and trace bass, stop
Opt the gated frame
Doctor Ock with octopus common arms
Robbin' banks
Stop and thank the prospered
Prophet coppin' dangerous flame
My mind is tryna to find a fire extinguisher
I'm in the rhyme, I'm sightin' to see it
Slidin' my finger in her
The mental exercise
The gentle Lucenzo with kettles to fry
The devils and rebels settlin' by the fire
Of certain levels
Affirmative vermin servin' sermons
To churches
And work with the memos to churn the stems up
The grinder
My mind Is Boogie-in' Nights
Like Burt Reynolds
Worst verse temptin' to curve the thirst
Emblem
The plot thickens, Watch Dogs spot the image
I'll stop spittin' when Kermit
The Frog stop snitchin'
I know well the flow cold
Shows that wrote well
But Jo-el
(Hoel) or Jo-el will know well
That FRO still his bro
Forsho
My attraction'll go and flail - ho
Lookin' like pork
Like Michael Jackson nose fell
Clip ya toenails
Full forward spit entity velcro
Ya hoe still blow
Go below and tickle the Elmo
Impossible to match like tryna
Like up your elbow
Older cat with flow to match
It goes infinite
Oh, I see your bitch's snatch
I fuckin' blow my nose in it
So dependent
I'm ready to - make your shoulders separate
A baseball bat to the back of the damn ankle
Your face draws that, half-staggered
Mad at the Maker
Subliminal with minerals, fond
Coppin' the rays
Tho
Lyrical, but critical - I'm Rotten Tomatoes
Flixster, fix ya mistress
Bitch been snippin' messages
I'll slash your innards, passed your
Middle, fg I kill ya
Master Splinter
Actual nigga, mutant nigga, shoot the winter
Move the center