Kool A.D., Beans, Busdriver - Question Jam Answer lyrics

Yo yo yo yo
And it go a little something like this

Kill me, I'm a loser baby
Filthy I'm a truther tasting
Filtered water juices
Maybe still I ought to choose a daily pill
To calm the spooky crazy ills
That cause the euthanasical way too amazical
Who they?
You don't want to fool with the razor, dude
Shoot like the laser do
You don't wanna see them when they
Swoop in the laser-blue coupe
They get paid to scoop fools
Who break the school rules
But still break a few, too
Which they paid to do-wait, who's paying who?
Who's paying you? How much do they got?
Would you do the same if you
Were standing in they spot?
Sometimes I'm way cold sometimes I'm way hot
Sometimes I run down punchlines
And play Dr coochie Inspector
Instead of doing what is usually best
For all those mutually invested
In whatever situation
Fools be getting salty for the
Cheddar and the bacon
Reverses, what's the diff
And who's making it the business to say so
Kids sniff the payload
The answer is under your nose
The dancer, the thunder, the gold
Panther, the hunger, the cold
Cancer, the young and the old
Chance that the your soul is probably
The one you should keep
Yo, you started with two, dog
You don't need to lose any sleep
Nightly news can repeat
Mighty crews can retreat
Shit get foul like the Chris Lighty suicide
B and I don't really know the half
Understand me
I'm the man behind the photograph
Sniff powders that fold my soul in half
So they can't snatch all of it
See me in the trees like how koalas get
Peep my oeuvre
You don't need to like all of it
But understand

You got all that?

Yadadite

Heh c'mon

My gun is picky
It exclusively dates blondes and accepts film
Roles only opposite of James Bond
I get shouted out by Raekwon all day long
Under the strap of a beige thong
Gunsmoke ain't supposed to smell
Like mocha chips
When I load them with explosive-tip rounds I
Kiss the butts of Russian soldier lips
They roam the what follows in Zumba class
White women, J crew catalogs
And a looking glass
I ain't talking rubber bullets
I'm talking Gumby bullets
Shot at dudes with ugly mullets
Straight at their buttocks
Run all the way back to your mommy's stomach
I'm brandishing paper goods me and my gun
Canvassing neighborhoods
But my gun wants to do more humanitarian work
Delivering preemies, leaving a cesarean smirk
On the single mothers
Yet, still get chips like Pringles lovers
Instead of smoking niggas
Like a navel fucker my gun can shoot dudes
Troll them with just a web address
In People's magazine
My gun gets voted the best dressed
My gun's leaving the Doubletree shortly
Wearing a muscle tee
Looking portly wax with WD-40
My gun's important for real

Yo, it's Mr your butler to Beans face front
True believer
Ceremony deadly ecstatic frenzy
Breakneck pace defy eyes
Overlord a distinction with difference
Accelerant, excellent scripted, encrypted
Where homicidal eyes you burning lower than
It's clear as day your skill set's no threat
Mine fantastic ultra-decapitor rap shit
Catch my sick hex
Straight lines like a funeral procession
Put you in the past easily, sufficiently
I freak an MC while you find comfort in
Your ability to disappoint
Nauseating how your every sentence
Syllable leaves sulfur and seeps sewage
Your sentences are sluggish and move
Like they was sleeping
Weak beyond redemption
Prior to demise when the truth
Puts it's pants on
Heart flutter like hummingbird
From trepidation
Sobbed on the page and still
Wet from the piss
So desperately he reach for the razor blade
Had a situation
Look bleak, like Little Big Horn
Obliterate your cavalry

Release without hesitation
Hilariously, you outgunned
Clouds of war gathering
Prisoner of your own illusion
Sorry for the intrusion devour the flock
Blasteroid the four nightmares
We the dance of death fetishists
And not every thought's gold
So let your panic unfold

There is no one way to approach this
There is no system or method
And there can't be, because we're-
We're working with someone's um
Individual creative process
And when you do that, if you have a pre-set
Method, or a system, that you know about
That's separate from that it won't work
The best thing that you can get
Is someone who can, uh
Give back to you the material that
You have given to them
But that's not spontaneous improvisation
I should say that spontaneous improvisation
To me means that you
Create music right in the split
Second that you're in
Spontaneously, that is, you let it come
From what you hear and feel
Rather than from what your
Brain is telling you
Like you're not playing the
Suggestions and ideas
That your brain can give you
You are getting away from that, and letting
The music stream out of your, um
Creating mind um, the thinking mind can
Only be an impediment, actually
You have to- one of the things you
Have to learn is to um
Develop the ability to- to- let your
Creating mind have the entire moment
And all the music will be coming
From that part of your mind