Sixth Sense, Eyedea - Styrofoam lyrics

Yo, I’m trying to find time
To find that fine line between
A rhyme you can catch the first time
And the kind that makes you press rewind
My words climb your spine and
Reach your brain stem
My speech is the drained
Phlegm from thoughts defined
It’s far from plain when that lame
Weak shit you bought ceases
To give you listening pleasure
Remember we can get together
Lyric for earic can last forever
Just let me know when you need it
I cause tremors in jaws of all stupid
Super heated airheads
Because their ego gets depleted
Y’all should have cheated
I gnaw on flaws you when
My teeth hit the skin
The bone of your flow is wrapped in


You’ll no longer be conceited
Believe or leave it my friends so
Be it you couldn't even
Pretend you were hollow, you're full
Of bull pee, shit, and puke
You keep following a trend
That'll end tomorrow
I can sense your sorrow i
Levitate above a heavy-weight
And drop a mental car load to scar skulls
You’ll get ate up, straight up
Like lines in a bar code
Yo man don’t wait up the sun won’t
Come out so can I borrow
Your dome for a night? So we
Can get stoned on the mic
With Styrofoam in your pipe?
Make sure you're smoking it right

See we are not your average B-boys with that
Mindless, spineless, rhymeless
Beatless, scratchless, weakness
That kids have adapted while blinded
And distracted by the masses
My task is to destroy the weak noisy
Plastic Styrofoam that calls it'self Hip-Hop
("it calls it'self what?") it calls it'self
Music ("why would you call")
Man you call that Hip-Hop? Shit
You must be Styrofoam influenced

Now there’s styrofoam cups, coolers
Plates they make it in chunks
To encase electronic waste some
Use it as base it’s a great way to escape
Others just like the taste or something
That’s fake i hear it on everybody’s tape
In totally different shapes
For goodness sakes admit this shit
Was a mistake to create
It pollutes the hip-hoxygen we intake
And then takes up space
Gets all in your face with one hand
It can break after the race
You’re rewarded with a styrofoam frosted cake
Whats the "holy moly" in your trophy case?
They sell the foam at target
It’s in the walls of your
Home apartment it insulates
It’s in every single state
It left Mother Nature raped
It’s cousin is a plastic blow-up doll
You can call for a date
It’s always been lightweight
One day my partner laced his joint with some
When he inhaled his joints got numb and
He started to twitch and shake
His mental was disassembled
Body resembled an earthquake
That’s when I decided to take my
Time to rhyme and erase the
Un-biodegradable innovations lacking
Imagination and staking paper
By the crates i’ll do it
Physically through the symphonies
Composed by me and abilities
Suppose we fail we’ll birth the phone
Facilities and ruin every music industr-

-y are not your average B-boys with that
Mindless, spineless, rhymeless
Beatless, scratchless, weakness
That kids have adapted while blinded
And distracted by the masses
My task is to destroy the weak noisy
Plastic styrofoam that calls it'self Hip-Hop
("it calls it'self what?") it calls it'self
Music ("I don’t get it, why")
Man you call that Hip-Hop? Shit
You must be styrofoam influenced

I make civilians smile
Keep my unique skills and pals
I gotta million styles and I’m
A billion miles from reach
The illest child is me
Sending you rhyming Millie Vanillie’s
To Gilligan’s Island
I’m an adolescent at the
Peak of my aggression
I teach a battle lesson
With each session I twist
Intestines it’s depressing
You leeches needed something to attach to
So you found a
Styrofoam microphone in the trash
When you rap I smash backs
And collapse caps with an abstract word task
Pass the nerds and dunce caps
I run laps make rappers shatter quicker
Then glass slippers on tap dancers
Answer to that I treat losers like tumors of
Cancer they can cut off my nut sack
What’s that? This kid is slicing
Men i leave you froze
Eyedea was chose to throw boat flows
Cause I’m cold as liquid nitrogen
I rip the mic again and bust a second nut
Would you like that in your styrofoam cup
Punk, what, Just
Shut the fuck up i’m feverish the reason is:
MTV and BET it’s really unbelievable
But even though your people
Are intrigued by how much dough
They make it’s styrofoam
It’s plastic and I’m here to
Let you know it’s fake!

We are not your average B-boys with that
Mindless, spineless, rhymeless
Beatless, scratchless, weakness
That kids have adapted while blinded
And distracted by the masses
My task is to destroy the weak noisy
Plastic styrofoam that calls it'self Hip-Hop
("calls it'self what?") it calls it'self
Music ("you call it what?!")
Don’t call it Hip-Hop don’t call it Hip-Hop