Blandland

Leave a lame duck flying in his fake fame
Relying on and replying to his fake names
Pandering and meandering neanderthals
Going home crying more than Niagara Falls
Aim is off came soft, hey the bass off
We hating? Nah way raw take a face off
They hmmm and haaa at my hymns and my shake off
They shame and awe, take it all raped and made off
They take Jazz, take Soul, take Hip-Hop
And blame the nigga every inch and every drip drop
They money making Harlem Shaking to the pish posh
They tryna fuck it till they come hope they get off
Researching rhymes dictionary, a thesaurus
If it was in your heart you wouldn’t have to work hard
Your shit is trash garbage, my works’ God
Fucking apple strudel doodle, I’m a work of art

Scat

[Verse 2: Palaceer]
Him? A story loosely based on us
But without no pain and dust the main essence
Essentially a ruse or a misfocus
An absence of style where it should be must
To grind all the diamonds that we mined to dust
And sell it back to us with the cold mark up
His perverted desires man his greed, his lust
To do it how we do it, but without no us
With one nigga ballin like hes enough
I let my cobra clap
I don’t really wanna hear no sober rap
You know I spit the truth
Bouncing round lookin like Hitler Youth
Savoir Faire, that’s a french word
I got it sliding with the pimps riding deuce third
I must avoid all simps, hipsters with contempt
For the swerve to make the pudding put the proof first