Locksmith - Rare Form lyrics
[Locksmith - Rare Form lyrics]
The dynamic is gigantic, despite panic
I lie in a white hammock and
Write like I like Xanax
Bite of a slight manic
Depressing your light’s damaged
I strike with the left brain
Despite that I’m right handed
And I fight, damn it
The life of a tribe bandit
That lies with the same type of
Spite that got Christ branded
God damn it, what kind of shit is he on
I can tell a buster by
The structure of his genome
You see I speak on a whole other level
I expose the tail and rip
The horns from the devil
Of course I’m a rebel, shit
More so than ever my course flow will sever
Your whole torso whenever
I’m the motherfucking problem feeder
And if that nigga’s the best
Then I’m a goblin eater
Your aspirations will make you an apparation
Your lack of an occupation will
Have you in laceration
You’re wack, face it, you’re acting?
In fact I’m waitin
To strap you inside a strap and
Then slap you in affirmation
Pussy nigga don’t be tripping with a psycho
I’ma have your pussy dripping
Blood like a cycle
And I know I can only get so far
Plus I’m from the Bay so
I’m stuck below those bars
And I know you think we all flow below par
But, you gotta admit that I’m
The sickest nigga so far
Oh lord, where the fuck did he come from?
Please don’t stick me in a
Box with these dum dums
Um… and it’s not just fear
Shit, there’s wack niggas everywhere
Not just here
And it’s not just queers, no problem
Rock steady but will Kanye please
Come out the closet already
For God’s sakes, it’s 2009
If you sorta like guys, just shout it
It’s fine
There’s no doubt in my mind that it
Was bound to happen any day
And I’m just saying what
Everybody’s thinking anyway
Anyway, you should laugh about it
See I take what I feel then I rap about it
I’m like Jackson Pollack
Painting acts of violence
With an axe that’s polished
Through a rapper’s knowledge
And in fact I promised
If I’m strapped for dollars no matter what
I ain’t never going back to college
Fuck them, tuck them in the ground
No hesitation
I don’t need a docile version of education
My sedadation is war
My medication is metaphor
When I spit niggas often beg for more
I’m not a whore
I understand that less is more
Lyrically tested boy
Bore your flesh and more
Take your frontal lobe
Press it in like a dresser drawer
This is what you call HipHop
In it's rarest form
I lie in a white hammock and
Write like I like Xanax
Bite of a slight manic
Depressing your light’s damaged
I strike with the left brain
Despite that I’m right handed
And I fight, damn it
The life of a tribe bandit
That lies with the same type of
Spite that got Christ branded
God damn it, what kind of shit is he on
I can tell a buster by
The structure of his genome
You see I speak on a whole other level
I expose the tail and rip
The horns from the devil
Of course I’m a rebel, shit
More so than ever my course flow will sever
Your whole torso whenever
I’m the motherfucking problem feeder
And if that nigga’s the best
Then I’m a goblin eater
Your aspirations will make you an apparation
Your lack of an occupation will
Have you in laceration
You’re wack, face it, you’re acting?
In fact I’m waitin
To strap you inside a strap and
Then slap you in affirmation
Pussy nigga don’t be tripping with a psycho
I’ma have your pussy dripping
Blood like a cycle
And I know I can only get so far
Plus I’m from the Bay so
I’m stuck below those bars
And I know you think we all flow below par
But, you gotta admit that I’m
The sickest nigga so far
Oh lord, where the fuck did he come from?
Please don’t stick me in a
Box with these dum dums
Um… and it’s not just fear
Shit, there’s wack niggas everywhere
Not just here
And it’s not just queers, no problem
Rock steady but will Kanye please
Come out the closet already
For God’s sakes, it’s 2009
If you sorta like guys, just shout it
It’s fine
There’s no doubt in my mind that it
Was bound to happen any day
And I’m just saying what
Everybody’s thinking anyway
Anyway, you should laugh about it
See I take what I feel then I rap about it
I’m like Jackson Pollack
Painting acts of violence
With an axe that’s polished
Through a rapper’s knowledge
And in fact I promised
If I’m strapped for dollars no matter what
I ain’t never going back to college
Fuck them, tuck them in the ground
No hesitation
I don’t need a docile version of education
My sedadation is war
My medication is metaphor
When I spit niggas often beg for more
I’m not a whore
I understand that less is more
Lyrically tested boy
Bore your flesh and more
Take your frontal lobe
Press it in like a dresser drawer
This is what you call HipHop
In it's rarest form