XANTHOPHOBIA

This beat is sick Elmo

I know it's different
The way that I’m uplifting
Since 2020 so many
Have noticed the world is surely shifted
Mental I'm a nut case
But spiritual I've been gifted
Physically I would chip in
Emotionally I distant
I mean
Pictures I’m painting
Are clearly for the description
Though I am not a doctor
I have to write this prescription
Cause clearly
We'll get weary
(It's my theory)
Though it's eerie
Rather dreary
(Hear ye, hear ye)
Any query
Just ask Siri
I'll switch the flow though
Cold and smooth like (Froyo)
Really I'm just a wizard
Guiding minors like I'm (Frodo)
I stay (High)
Lyrics deep up on the low low
Until I say (Bye!)
I'll continue to crescendo
Let me tell you how I do it
Take a bite up out the mic and chew it
Spit it out in Brooklyn, brew it
Separate it, marinate it
Bring it back to Texas, Bar B Q
Chop n screw it
Then drop the mic
To test the likes
Of Issac Newton
And shoot him

Um we need to find a cure for this bro
I’m losing my fuckin mind

I’m smooth and black
Like Brian McKnight or Gladys Knight
(Meh lord, are you saying your an MC and a knight?)
I'm outta site and dynamite
And when I blow up
Imma be distant like a true star
On the highway to hell in a new car
Styling these hoes
In the emperor’s new clothes
Open and exposed
Powder for they nose
Blowing they back out
With this big black
(Please don't say it)
I mean murder of crows
Many are called but few are chose
(She can be disposed, but pass her to the bros)
All the doubts you had 'bout to blow up in ya face
Keep my name up out yo mouth
Better yet just tell me how it taste
Oh lord, oh lord don't put more on me
Than I can bare and don’t give me anymore secrets
Cause I really wanna share
I do drugs (I hate lying)
You can say it was a dare
The sickness that you feeling is called "Mal de mer"
And the flow makes you think that
I'm way over there
Yea, yonder goodness gracious
Why you ponder cause the room is spacious

Man! Am I supposed to be here?
Aight so I guess if we all crazy
Imma talk to you too
I've lost it!

Most humans can't accept something so unique
Constantly crucifying the very savior you seek
Despising instead of realizing
Dying's rather mystique
I already plan to fake my death
And acquire land in Mozambique
Get the bag like Annunaki (Yea!)
Bring the flava, teriyaki (Yea!)
Eating chapati with Shakti
Looking at her body thinking about
(Doing something naughty)
Look how these pussy ass rappers queef
Loose lips look like roast beef
Ugh
404 error
My bad, I had
One more page
Of rage from a sage that left in terror
When he saw
The peasants prancing around as kings
Royal bloodlines
Confined by the possession of things
I'm outta my mind, seriously
Please, don't listen to me
I feel safe to let you know
Bananas, haunt my dreams
Lemon dresses on women
Cause me to scream
Honestly the Beatles suck, but
I'm just blowing off steam

Man! I hate that submarine