K-Rino - Bass Reeves lyrics

Yo yo yo, check this out, we got a
Special treat for y'all here at poetry night
This evening
This next guy is about a hundred
And fifty something years old
He goes by the
Name of Bass Reeves, and he wants to
Spit a piece for y'all, tonight
Check it out

I wrote songs for days 'til
My forearm wouldn't raise
So I tilted my head and let
The words pour onto the page
See you're a man who stands with
No signs of a chance to see me live
You gotta put me three lifetimes in advance
I got plenty inside me that not many can copy
When I start dropping
The planets stop spinnin' to watch me
I track and catch thieves, I'm Bass Reeves
I laugh when the trash emcees get
Mad and ask me to leave
I slap most of your team
And laugh at the remainder
Put a gallon of liquid in
A half gallon container you sit on a stool
Listening to the young gettin' schooled
I'm such a fool
I wrote down an unwritten rule
Then his comprehension quickly
Underwent double admonishment
I'm comin' with the confidence to
Put trouble on punishment
When my anger is fed vein, drainage is red
Had more flames in my head than
Dames in Wilt Chamberlain's bed
I stay ready to start fights like Fortnight
You barely can talk right
My coldest writings gave a
Block of ice frostbite
It'll be a lot of lost life when I chop off
Mic tops and blow poisonous thoughts
Like an exhaust pipe
You're still wishing my skill slips
But don't forget that I'm the guy that
Apparition kids visit on field trips
I pack a hundred sheets to every new place
But my pages are so sacred I carry
Each one in a separate suitcase
I salivate to abrogate when in
A battle state then travel
To my laboratory base and
Calculate a atom's weight
Cubic zirconium couldn't be phonier
Than these erroneous
Ceremonies only a fool would like
So don't be a tool to the truth less
'cause I'll show you what it produces
Then bury you underneath a
Wave of ruthless acoustics
You can feel me to prove it so
Future humans can view the footage
My tongue be moving like the
Blade spool on a NutriBullet
Facts are refutable, remains are not suitable
A view after removing you
From the musical crucible
Section my in fool any
For needed is protection, i'm flexin'
So I said that line in the wrong direction
Redeem your sight 'til you
Finally see the light
My extreme workout routine at night
Is breaking up hyena fights
I'm still a one man army
My senses so strong, I could be sleeping
Feel a strand of lint land on me
Mics choke out in my hand from the clenchin'
When I walk in my room to write
The pen stands at attention
My folder is worse
Thirstin' for a prolonged verse
The empty pages fight each other
To get wrote on first
I've laid in a glass case since grade school
Waiting for emcees to be placed in with
Me like mice used for snake food
No wonder the thunder is dangerous comin'
I invent words and make up
New languages from 'em
My titles are organized
And compartmentalized
Alphabetized so that they're
Easily identified
My creative inner drive and
Mental vibe is deep
Not even oxygen's allowed inside with me
When I'm in need of privacy
My hand is robotic so no
Matching my writing speed
Hired a specialist to come out
Each night and rewire me
I'm not even in your ride but
Sitting in the driver's seat
I write about unborn people's
Lives in my diary bass Reeves

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr bass Reeves
Give it up
For Bass Reeves one time y'all, c'mon
Y'all can do better
Than that, Bass Reeves everybody, yeah, ay
He don't sound
Like K-Rino to y'all? Maybe it's just me
Whatever