Abstrakt - McNasty lyrics
[Abstrakt - McNasty lyrics]
As the night goes, the smoke flows
My eyes low
Coughing two lungs from 3 hit's of endo
Take note of my vernacular, killer
But not spectacular
I’m stacking ‘em, attacking ‘em
With tact, no slack, in fact
I’m planning my next move
Strategizing like Kung-Fu
My rhymes are spreading faster
Than 2009 Swine Flu
Roundhouse kick to your face
Violence with grace
Never leaving a trace when I
Come up on a case fast paced
Sneaking in the shadows of the place
Hiding in the area beside your right cornea
Scaring ya, giving your town mass hysteria
It took me 2 hours to get
The body and bury her
It’s a shame that the public
Doesn’t know of the name
Unless she’s a dame with blue eyes
And a long blonde mane it’s true
That I’m always up past two when I’m
Writing new lyrics that’s militant
Like 90 troops
’92, sparking off beginnings of
The golden era
Hip-hop took care of profiling sheriffs
Putting up tariffs leave
Whack raps embarrassed
I’ll stab you with a carrot
Make you squeal like a ferret coming close
I’ll leave your body in comatose
Coast to coast peeping the message
That I would never boast
Unlike most, I’m the host of demonic ghosts
Clever, flowing in quotes, flowing like boats
And yo, don’t take my lyrics like
They’re really literal the shit that I spit
Here is purely hypothetical
Satirical, lyrical, challenging political
Hysterical, I’m blowing minds when
I’m performing miracles
Hilarious, people wanna front
But they’re delirious
Serious, how they’re alive will
Always leave me curious
Hearing this I bet my bottom
Dollar that they’re furious
I’m handling the mic like
An actual true lyricist
My eyes low
Coughing two lungs from 3 hit's of endo
Take note of my vernacular, killer
But not spectacular
I’m stacking ‘em, attacking ‘em
With tact, no slack, in fact
I’m planning my next move
Strategizing like Kung-Fu
My rhymes are spreading faster
Than 2009 Swine Flu
Roundhouse kick to your face
Violence with grace
Never leaving a trace when I
Come up on a case fast paced
Sneaking in the shadows of the place
Hiding in the area beside your right cornea
Scaring ya, giving your town mass hysteria
It took me 2 hours to get
The body and bury her
It’s a shame that the public
Doesn’t know of the name
Unless she’s a dame with blue eyes
And a long blonde mane it’s true
That I’m always up past two when I’m
Writing new lyrics that’s militant
Like 90 troops
’92, sparking off beginnings of
The golden era
Hip-hop took care of profiling sheriffs
Putting up tariffs leave
Whack raps embarrassed
I’ll stab you with a carrot
Make you squeal like a ferret coming close
I’ll leave your body in comatose
Coast to coast peeping the message
That I would never boast
Unlike most, I’m the host of demonic ghosts
Clever, flowing in quotes, flowing like boats
And yo, don’t take my lyrics like
They’re really literal the shit that I spit
Here is purely hypothetical
Satirical, lyrical, challenging political
Hysterical, I’m blowing minds when
I’m performing miracles
Hilarious, people wanna front
But they’re delirious
Serious, how they’re alive will
Always leave me curious
Hearing this I bet my bottom
Dollar that they’re furious
I’m handling the mic like
An actual true lyricist