Jakprogresso - Nonsensical Imbecilic lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Nonsensical Imbecilic lyrics]
The fuck's goin' on here? - Man, hey
I'm sittin' here like, sweatin'
Punchlinin', water? my Jak, benny?
- yeah, man, what the fuck?
Rappers lookin' at me like I'm Lester Allen
At the Palace Theater - Fans is dead
Underground rappers bitter wearin' one
Chain under a
Lobster bib, check leanin' from baggy kicks
Yo
16-bit machine
The Syd rushed the window screen metal
The algae settle
Plan of fish growin' sea level (What?)
Multi-anti, sledgehammerin' mad pie
The stars are just colonies o' ant eyes
Pads kites i get in the booth
Smoke a pack and get screwed up
I got all rapsitters still do runs
I still got dumpsites
(word) , I'm just now mappin' up new ones
Keep a snub with a kick in the box
To use to package my shoes up (Ohh okay)
Ayo, to battle me too dumb
In the ring I'm gettin' ugly
Bitch fabbin' is moolah (Oh shit)
Hang myself with the belt off
A New York parkway
Writin' in dark caves, like Mark Twain
Digital bit's, part waves
Like a thermite charge in a arcade
Set myself on fire for the dark days
I slay beef to feed the pride
It's not deep it's like I just rap (What?)
And toss shroom caps on a pizza pie
Pour blood over Korean rice, I burn tracks
Like settin' fire to a trap
With the fiends inside
This is ego, full service of gas plant
Opp rappers and jailhouse lawyers
Are Zapp pimps i'm hackin' off lamb limbs
My fan demographics look like
An outdoor trans-pit, of the bent fish
(Woah) hatchet buried axe to axe
Paragraphs and packs of crack
Gang initiation, punches back to back
I'm sittin' here like, sweatin'
Punchlinin', water? my Jak, benny?
- yeah, man, what the fuck?
Rappers lookin' at me like I'm Lester Allen
At the Palace Theater - Fans is dead
Underground rappers bitter wearin' one
Chain under a
Lobster bib, check leanin' from baggy kicks
Yo
16-bit machine
The Syd rushed the window screen metal
The algae settle
Plan of fish growin' sea level (What?)
Multi-anti, sledgehammerin' mad pie
The stars are just colonies o' ant eyes
Pads kites i get in the booth
Smoke a pack and get screwed up
I got all rapsitters still do runs
I still got dumpsites
(word) , I'm just now mappin' up new ones
Keep a snub with a kick in the box
To use to package my shoes up (Ohh okay)
Ayo, to battle me too dumb
In the ring I'm gettin' ugly
Bitch fabbin' is moolah (Oh shit)
Hang myself with the belt off
A New York parkway
Writin' in dark caves, like Mark Twain
Digital bit's, part waves
Like a thermite charge in a arcade
Set myself on fire for the dark days
I slay beef to feed the pride
It's not deep it's like I just rap (What?)
And toss shroom caps on a pizza pie
Pour blood over Korean rice, I burn tracks
Like settin' fire to a trap
With the fiends inside
This is ego, full service of gas plant
Opp rappers and jailhouse lawyers
Are Zapp pimps i'm hackin' off lamb limbs
My fan demographics look like
An outdoor trans-pit, of the bent fish
(Woah) hatchet buried axe to axe
Paragraphs and packs of crack
Gang initiation, punches back to back