Swollen Members, Evidence, Divine Styler, Everlast - Bottle Rocket lyrics

Yo the rhyme excursions touch
Minds like brain surgeons
Feel the lyric teargas -
Even on clean versions
No profanit goddamnit hard like
Granite to the utmost
I'm butter on rye - always high
But play the low post
I stretch to go the distance yo
My lungs are mad elastic
I'm dope on plastic like Flex
I always keep it classic
Expressions in the facial I'm on
Rachel from caribbean rhythms
I hit 'em with a battered flow
Padded with circles added twice
I'm nice on ice the line slice your dome
And separate rhymes from poems my life
Ain't tryin to see no grammy or oscar
Best believe these styles will
Rub off like pastas
On people yo check Dilated Evidence
The influential rock rhymes
In sequential format
You'll see the doormat if
You acting disaccordingly
Something to the effect of
Fatboys in Disorderlies

I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra
Battle Cat to Cringer
Medieval Messenger, west coast avenger
Take it to the street battle
Me? That's a fucking sin
Go one round with Mad Child
You'll be sucking wind
Snapping handcuffs just for de-concentration
Then I broke out the bus
- a mental hospital patient
On a weekend pass but I still come sick
Psychopathic you're dealing with
A deranged lunatic
Soon to kick your teeth in
And then go berserk
Even Van Gogh looked at me and
Said you're one piece of work
So I said lend me an ear
Cause I'm the state of the art
First I'll feast on your brain
Then rip your body apart
There's a part of your heart
Stuck in between my fangs
Wrap a rope around your neck
And you still couldn't hang
Cause you're way off track
You need realignment
Murdering masterpieces in
Solitary confinement

I'll keep your backside open
Like the english channel
I rock the sure shot
I keep it hot like flannel
I'll survey your panel with my
Foot up in your anal
You think it can't happen? Kid
Cause I'm rappin'?
Ain't no gun clappin' cut the jaw jackin'
Let the joints get shot and
See where it's not
Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey
Ford's prone to rock
Once upon a time, not long ago
Before Hip Hop was made for the radio
An MC show had to co-rock the masses
Used to wear a kangol with
The clear gazelle glasses
So bang bang boogie up jump the party
Someone clapped off and scattered everybody
Drunk off bacardi, high off the trauma
It's death from above the livest dive bomber
In the squadron I break formation
I get New York love like my name's Ken Son
?At tea? they rock bells till
They break the dawn
Steady puffin owl's and fight hell like spawn
My moves are animated my crew's reinstated
While you cats suspension's up
In my dimensions
We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy
So I'mma keep it on the love and do my duty
Doody like howdy

Direction short term plan
Regionalize rhyme boards
With the hordes - I'm satan dynasty killer
Refill the chords with the sling on down
Venom spit regurgitate def scripts I sound
Cylinder never python, prevail Mad Child
Physical justic can't rush this for now
Move fake of the game time
Set backs don't sweat that
God don't test that - too
Much infinite to get at
Space to fills all the members
Got the illa drills
And if you with the rhyme skill
Bust the revealings of my
Feelings of these dealings
Will the represent shall
I build three phases of death
The illusion is to sweat that you reflect
When you feel the veil
Divine Styles circumnavigate nine
Circles of hell
You keep on you don't stop cause
A nigga never stay stale
WudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWhat I'm saying is
Is that
You ain't you ain't ready for that shit
(echoes)