Alex Dionisio - Stalls lyrics

I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
C-come, come, come
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee rappers, come original, you wha

Come original, you’ve got to come original
Some singular do-what-to ‘cause you
Think it’s cool
Some sing or others are doing the simple spew
Some do hard backpack and just
That but just be lyrical
Make sure they’re hearing you or make
It quiet like elеctric vehicle
So many ways to do this hip-hop, ay
I just don’t want you to give up, ay
Do you gеt bored of doing the same old thing?
Switch up the style like Andre 3000

I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee rappers, you wha

Do a verse hard like the UK boom bappers
You can curse lots like the
Trailer park mood stampers
And go postal on a crew
Like you shoot gatherings
What’s a silo but a sigh low? Low sigh
You’re getting tired of the tried
And true old style, right? Or are you?
Even me being yourself can be a curse if you
Are not conscious or hearing you for you
Ay ay ay

I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come original come, come original
You’ve got to come original all emcee
Rappers, you wha

I could talk like the Filipinos
Or butcher a fucked up English accent with
Me helical spherical rhyme
Free-for-all free throws your freestyles
Are they that? Not worth a penny?
Nah, not the underground
I see artists all heavenly my own element
I can speak all clear and comfortably
But in a room of dumb heaps
I’m Little Bo-Peep getting her goddamn
Throat squeezed ‘cause I

I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come and come
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee rappers, come original
You’ve got to come original
You’ve got to come original you wha

Breathe, dammit, breathe
Slow down, you’re on a stampede
Ah eh ah ee ooh ah eh ah eh uh ooh
I’ve gone out of my mind
Or has my mind gone out of me?
You gotta write, that’s not an anomaly
Grab a pen
That method seems to channel The Almighty
"Keep my name out’cho mouth"
Smack, humbled by my eternal authority
"So what now?"

I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee rappers, come original
Everything is good remember that