Gripp, Baba Brinkman, Jack of Co.Z - 024 lyrics

It's not easy being the best at
Shit that type of stres'll
Make Professor X want to get an exorcist
Just to get a rest from it
I've always been a success anything less
Than this is a pestilence a pessimist
Yes but the pressure presses
Me to be excellent
You're looking like a mess next to this
Inhaling asbestos
While having incestuous sex and birthing
One of Uncle Fester's kids
You're unimpressive i'm restless
'Til I'm senescent
I'll be treating these sentences like
They were deadly weapons
Uh most of these wack rappers'
Topics are so myopic
Stop it that's too easy for me
That's why I knock it
Put away your dollar stacks, bling-blings
And holler backs
Thought I could master postgraduate math but
Not your style of rap? No
I'm iller than most that rap in the game
I want to be the dopest one
With letters after his name
That's just my mindset so dig
Deep there's no telling
What you could find next might
Uncover design specs for Skynet

Copy that track Terminator at your service
Pop up on your time map
Murder Hip-Hop rap deserved it
Jack Bauer by the hour
Killing rap insurgents
Quick I'm Anakin turning to Darth
Vader you can't preserve me
Gripp put me on this shit 'cos
He knew I'm slick at bragging
And to most you Hip-Hop listeners that
Means I'm sick at rapping
Bitch I'll redefine your wackness quick my
Rhyme scheme's thick i practiced it
I don't use my money
Man I use my mind to mack a chick
A little alliteration
My literature's amazing i get it at you
I spit it at you better cover
Your face when I spray it
Spit flames, I blaze it
But Gripp told me to chill
For this tape I'ma tell it to you real
I don't trap i don't front i don't kill
But ya'll consume those similes like pills
So now I'm out in Hollywood tryin'a thrill
With this mic got that shit that
You like I'm tryin'a do

Don't call me "conscious rap"
'cos I'm not just that
I'm not gonna drop a philosopher's name in a
Clause and claim that it stops with that
Suffering Socrates your brain is
Succotash it's soft
In fact, I'm consciousness explained
The-physical basis-of-consciousness rap
So step back as I kick a lyric with the verve
Bittersweet symphonic words until the
Shift in perspective occurs
And when it matures like government bonds
I'll pull the anchor up
And drift away your mental
State is Detroit bankrupt
Like Scientology science policy so
Try and follow me
The Spaghetti Monster is flying
Calmly behind my anthology
My psychology's villainous the beat is a
Victim I'm probably killing it
Adaptive, psychopathic, obnoxious
And polysyllabic
They call me a novelty 'cos I'm
Rapping above the average dunce
That's fine some novelties blow up shit
So were mammals once
I couldn't dumb it down if I tried but
I still learned how to survive
By seeking out a like-minded crowd of rhymers
Proud to be out of their minds

I'm super hot compare me to liquid tungsten
Your output ain't the same I
Must be a different function
When the kick is thumping
I'm ripping up any interruption
So you'll be giving up
Before rushing to fisticuffs
And I'ma lift them up the
Zeppelin flow is so ineffable
The technical skill it takes to
Dissect you? I possess it, yo
Look, I know rappers who think
They're ready for camera light
But can't handle the task of learning
To use their sampler right
So stay back all of you
Sajaks and Vanna Whites
I will go bananas from Boston
Down to Atlanta hype i got the crew out in
The 'burbs going ape shit
I'm talking way out in the
Cut like a platelet so what you say to this?
Ain't it just so amazing?
The type to turn your basement out
Like it's a fucking gymnasium
I'll pack a stadium like my
Cranium full of facts
Like titanium smashed so fast right
Through your wooden bat