The Step Up

Why can't y’all motherfuckers just sit down, muse for a minute and write some shit. It would probably come out around twice as good
But its too bad, cause you're just a helpless case
So if i see you, imma shoot you right in your fucking face

Which sandwich in which hand this is witch land hit the switch and you'll end up in a ditch man im sick and a wrist hand ripped from the stretch bands and big cans of trans mans and ands tossed in a pan to get seared by the van next to the transam
On the red tram headed downtown with a math alg
Orythm with your mouth out and open to say the alpha-bet you trippin its a net that the vets use to control you pets instead of using lead to bust your heads in like pests when their let in its a stretch when you’re messing with the best in im investing all my time into resting its interesting like a chess game or a chest sting and im nesting on a fresh thing in the guest wing im the best king

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If you can't read a lyric off a paper, your brain ain't nothing but an acre, of wasted space go make a table, bet you can't even do that

You say that you are able, but you can't even build a table, so go home and watch some cable take a nap

Im just currently unable, to try to fathom how unstable, these wordless apes ain't trained to make it yet they do

Oh i realize that these fables, are just a face for record labels, lyrics don't matter cause they do not write their own

A table flip ain't nothing but an anger bit
You got anger, shit, take it out on a paper bitch
Too bad you brains dried up like a raisin and you think you’re brazen but how you gonna raise your hand with someone else’s answer, just like your raps you just put a face to words it doesnt matter if it works or if it sounds like a bird chirping or John Irving your shits worthless like shirtless people walking into churches chicken asking for some breakfast while people are workin im smirking at the motherfuckers who think they're worth it

(Chorus)
If you can’t read a lyric off a paper, your brain ain't nothing but an acre, of wasted space go make a table, bet you can't even do that

You say that you are able, but you can't even build a table, so go home and watch some cable take a nap

Im just currently unable, to try to fathom how unstable, these wordless apes ain’t trained to make it yet they do

Oh i realized that these fables, are just a face for record labels, lyrics don't matter because they do not write their own

Worthless is what your worth is, and whats worse is, its also what your words is, which is why you have someone else word it, ill burn it like an arson
I work at the bar son, not my son but our son
While im evolving like Darwin, and dont mind me im only borrowing whats mine when im spitting these bars cause i own them every single line is like a boulder, crossing state lines at the border, with every rhyme i get bolder, its about time this shits over, and ill rise like a clover, four leaves, ill get colder, as the bar leaves it turns golden, solid leads, you're not closer, sardines in the ocean, as salty as Ron Goldman, OJ is the culprit, there no way you can solve it, maybe dissolve it in solvent
Aight

(Chorus)
If you can't read a lyric off a paper, your brain ain't nothing but an acre, of wasted space go make a table, bet you can't even do that

You say that you are able, but you can't even build a table, so go home and watch some cable take a nap

Im just currently unable, to try to fathom how unstable, these wordless apes ain't trained to make it yet they do

Oh i realized that these fables, are just a face for record labels, lyrics don't matter because they do not write their own