Song: Back for my Throne
Year: 2012
Viewed: 62 - Published at: 7 years ago

Hello Mr. microphone, sorry to leave you alone
Now I am back for my throne, no I won't be overthrown
They wanna try and then Its kill me or leave me alone
But I'll be, twice as, ill as a ghost, so

Celebrate your celibate brain, your elephants name
Is lack of sediment, yep he's at it again
With the vocalic swagger, I don't understand him
It sounds like he speaking a whole nother language

Anguish I feel, I reel back squeal
My blood congeals, to seal the deal
Yeah blah blah jibber jabber yak yak
Ha Ha I don't really give a fak fak

Easily, Ezz be
Creepily repeatedly
Beatin his ego on the beat you see
Tee hee hee, cause measily

Raps can't stand a chance to stand against my verbal scenery
Seen n they couldn't wrap pitas g
Just the other day I got a skin lotion called I win, here let me rub it in, and
Brag at you maggots while I fly wit a buzzin' grin, ain't that something

Its lonely on my level and I think the air is gettin thin
Soon ill meet the moon man then I can fight and pummel him

Realize I'm ahead by a mile, or drown in egypt, live in denial

Smile and your style shows no teeth, dog
You singin' and they bouncin' like a lost ping pong
Your system needs a reboot and you can call me phong
There's an incoming game and its landin' on your lawn

Your wrong, you'll never make a good rap song
Good rap song? Thats an oxymoron
Wanna be a smash? Jump out a window
Wanna be right, then land on a pencil

Go on try to jack a fly cracker like my backwards mind
Slacker lame is not what I'm after, I pamper
To the amp hacker, that I call my voice until the hereafter

Sittin' chillin' spittin' killin' time still'n, kickin' wicked rhymes till I'm ill at a million
I drink a lot of water and the words pop out of my voice box like it was a gremlin

Like apple in medieval times, I rock
Like sedimentary Its elementary my dear wat
Son I got the pedigree and you best agree or stop
Cause I feel like hobblin' all my enemies while you watch
Now I got the recipe for success, suckin' on a blunt, cess
Got my life set up, you got yours up-set, 'nuff said

Wait

Never 'nuff said when I sever tough heads they ain't better than us, dead

Sorry but you're boring, I'm in it for the glory, even, narcissists adore me

Ha, and that's a wrap brah, wait
I don't need a nap nah, I'm runnin' like a track star
From right here to right here the long way that far
I'm rappin' in a barn, I got no last straw

My end game is a tense thang got your friends sayn' that he's hot mang
Interesting cuz I use my less thang cuz my best brains in the shop dang
I'm really feelin fresh now...

( The Wasted Talent )
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