Verse 1: Lique Cranium
I'm gonna give the world something to discuss
While I smile with success haters frowning with disgust
Like Yellowstone at any time I could erupt
Don't wanna be good 'cause good isn't good enough
I'm having, sweet dreams of rocking stages on tv
If they doubt me now, I'll just make them believe me
Style is smooth, like p-p-peanut butter Reeses
Girl I've got standards it's not easy to please me
Nah maybe so, you seem like the good type
Nail done, hair done, the shades look nice
But the real question is, What yo grades look like?
C's and D's? See these hands have a safe good night
I got a spot at the top I'm gonna lock it
Giving you my own theories based on proven logic
If your plans go down the drain, well the sewer caused it
My team stays supreme like an Odd Future closet
Kobe when I rhyme, in the clutch it's winner time
Ray Allen behind the line, Phelps to the finish line
Food for thought I give breakfast, lunch, and dinner time
Other dudes start their biz I start and finish mine
So take your vote this is just a teaser ballot
Vision of a king so I'm eating Caesar salad
She hungry for the money but I can't feed her cabbage
I'm Mussolini they just wanna see a fascist
And I rock the nicest fashions
Love cars that ride the fastest
First I will blow up rise and surprise the masses
Popping eyes so huge that their eyes hide their glasses
Watching idols made me wanna grab a mic and practice
So grabs your cams the kid is new tons of fun
Revving up my engine I got tons to run
Always dedicated so I'll become the one
To shoot up to the skies land on the sun and done it all
It's a good time to make my plans the real thing
No navy I put their hands to the ceiling
At the door praying that a deal rings
Like a dentist I'm bringing that new feeling
I shut my eyes and I see a visionary
I'm the reason why school girls keep a dictionary
Dudes talking 'bout sipping and dipping
Speaking fiction, Harry potter will have a snitch
Sleep in, prison ferries
They're just mad because my future's looking bright
Vocab is on another level you could say I'm booking flights
Lift off on a rocket no Glen I'm cooking rice
And why would I need Brooklyn's ice
Stay gold Ponyboy, they ol phony boys
Put some fingers on them and they leave with a message in a corny voice
Chew the beat with my teeth then rinse it off, toothpaste
Push it down the field then kick it off, Lupe
Write it down Monday spit it on, Tuesday
I'm holy and deadly with the bomb, crusade
Plan to throw me off you're a little too late
You aren't a peer amid us
Leave you with a blue face
They say I'm hot like fresh French fries, Touché
My punchlines in your lunch line I'm serving you koolaid
It's ironic as a ferris wheel
Get it? Nah you lost it down the faucet maybe Farrah will
Thankful for my life and I cherish meals
Threw tons of heels down the hill now tell how does Paris feel?
And less is what I'll never settle for
They talkin cheap but they're just sweet like kettle corn
The bike is like a flower, as I pedal forward
Don't understand? Ask Artest what's the metaphor
And I accept that I'll never be perfect
But I'm a dime in a dozen like 83%
Working hard, so it's all worth it
Nothing is easy anything I want I've gotta earn it
And I go by LTC, Lique the Cranium
A.K.A Mr. Put-The-Rabie-In-Arabian
(Uh) It's common sense I put the pain in them
Geico flows outside the box you can't cave me in
Uh!
I'm gonna give the world something to discuss
While I smile with success haters frowning with disgust
Like Yellowstone at any time I could erupt
Don't wanna be good 'cause good isn't good enough
I'm having, sweet dreams of rocking stages on tv
If they doubt me now, I'll just make them believe me
Style is smooth, like p-p-peanut butter Reeses
Girl I've got standards it's not easy to please me
Nah maybe so, you seem like the good type
Nail done, hair done, the shades look nice
But the real question is, What yo grades look like?
C's and D's? See these hands have a safe good night
I got a spot at the top I'm gonna lock it
Giving you my own theories based on proven logic
If your plans go down the drain, well the sewer caused it
My team stays supreme like an Odd Future closet
Kobe when I rhyme, in the clutch it's winner time
Ray Allen behind the line, Phelps to the finish line
Food for thought I give breakfast, lunch, and dinner time
Other dudes start their biz I start and finish mine
So take your vote this is just a teaser ballot
Vision of a king so I'm eating Caesar salad
She hungry for the money but I can't feed her cabbage
I'm Mussolini they just wanna see a fascist
And I rock the nicest fashions
Love cars that ride the fastest
First I will blow up rise and surprise the masses
Popping eyes so huge that their eyes hide their glasses
Watching idols made me wanna grab a mic and practice
So grabs your cams the kid is new tons of fun
Revving up my engine I got tons to run
Always dedicated so I'll become the one
To shoot up to the skies land on the sun and done it all
It's a good time to make my plans the real thing
No navy I put their hands to the ceiling
At the door praying that a deal rings
Like a dentist I'm bringing that new feeling
I shut my eyes and I see a visionary
I'm the reason why school girls keep a dictionary
Dudes talking 'bout sipping and dipping
Speaking fiction, Harry potter will have a snitch
Sleep in, prison ferries
They're just mad because my future's looking bright
Vocab is on another level you could say I'm booking flights
Lift off on a rocket no Glen I'm cooking rice
And why would I need Brooklyn's ice
Stay gold Ponyboy, they ol phony boys
Put some fingers on them and they leave with a message in a corny voice
Chew the beat with my teeth then rinse it off, toothpaste
Push it down the field then kick it off, Lupe
Write it down Monday spit it on, Tuesday
I'm holy and deadly with the bomb, crusade
Plan to throw me off you're a little too late
You aren't a peer amid us
Leave you with a blue face
They say I'm hot like fresh French fries, Touché
My punchlines in your lunch line I'm serving you koolaid
It's ironic as a ferris wheel
Get it? Nah you lost it down the faucet maybe Farrah will
Thankful for my life and I cherish meals
Threw tons of heels down the hill now tell how does Paris feel?
And less is what I'll never settle for
They talkin cheap but they're just sweet like kettle corn
The bike is like a flower, as I pedal forward
Don't understand? Ask Artest what's the metaphor
And I accept that I'll never be perfect
But I'm a dime in a dozen like 83%
Working hard, so it's all worth it
Nothing is easy anything I want I've gotta earn it
And I go by LTC, Lique the Cranium
A.K.A Mr. Put-The-Rabie-In-Arabian
(Uh) It's common sense I put the pain in them
Geico flows outside the box you can't cave me in
Uh!
( Lique Cranium )
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