[Lyric] Heaps Good (Muph & Plutonic)

[Intro]
All right, all right
Oh, yeah
All right, look

[Verse 1]
My words disperse as spears that pierce and harpoon
Through ya first rap down to your last tune
This ain't some fast food, it's a gourmet
Sautee', I rock it like Rebecca Demorneau
And what the courts say ain't always justice
And what gets airplay can't always be trusted
You've got some balls and a dick but it still doesn't
Click what ya fuckin' with, thick skull, numb nuts
Funny like dumb sluts jumpin' into the Bang Bus
You can thank us for bringin' new riddin' you
Of all of the rank stuff, Muph got the handcuffs
To put the kink in ya thinkin' and the bitch in ya system
The binge in ya drinkin, while you swing with the victims
I live in this tradition and keep kickin'
Like unborn infants you can't flow
Hell no, your impotent, limited I'm finishin' off
These fantasy mythological frauds
I strike chords with honesty that can't be ignored
Mop the floors of your weak spillage
Screen visuals like village, I came to kill ya fillets
[Chorus]
We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph and Plutonic and you know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick boy they just seem crook
Muph and Plutonic and you know that we're heaps good
We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph and Plutonic and you know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick boy they just seem crook
Muph and Plutonic and you know that we're heaps good

[Verse 2]
And I'ma throw these mood swings in orbit
Watch 'em collide and the self-pity forfeit
The morbid mic motivator
Cornered in a calculator, scores low figures forced
To support a demonstrator of low budget innovator
My raps sat and hatched in the incubator
Where the rest of the chickens remain positioned
Heaps later, heaps later, heaps later
Hey yo, I'm heaps greater, heaps fresh, heaps nice
Heaps sick, heaps dope, heaps tight, heaps obliged
To represent my life, I'm that typecast
Who creeps through the dark, heart parked in the mineshaft
These sheep sleep on the smarter art
Like carhart tryhards, give my kind regards
To the diehard jocks who would non stop
Mock the fact that I love hip-hop
Well I caught 'em applying lip gloss and sporting
Spotted frocks, getting smacked like shuttlecocks
Comin' across the raised nets
The same set only to digress and get dropped
They couldn't get props from their drama teacher
There's not a spot where karma can't come and reach ya
I do my own thing while you follow the leader
You're best to believe in the Muph
[Chorus]
We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph and Plutonic and you know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick boy they just seem crook
Muph and plutonic and you know that we're heaps—

[Verse 3]
This is heaps good, you ain't fleetwood, you can't mack
My raps make you crash like a car nap
While drivin' mobile, I fit the profile of
The gift to flow while these senile slow smile
Silly rappers sound better played backwards
I'm tired of the manufactured high-wire dramatic
Actors that you find attractive held captive by the
Multi's even if the message is faulty
Colby cheese oozin', please keep movin'
You need improvement and bleed confusion
Leave 'em stupid I manourvered passed the sparks
You're a smart-arse, hard-arse on the net
But I'm not gonna break a sweat at these little kiddies tryna
Diss me, swept straight under the rug
This is for those that dug my flows kept me on my
Toes, ya know, chose more than music
Absorbed it, bought it, enjoyed it, got lost
Lose it, disputed my integrity
A sorry apology if I was rude when ya met me
And eventually, I'll make it up to you
To the haters, I don't usually give a fuck, but fuck you
[Chorus]
We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph and Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick boy they just seem crook
Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph and Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick boy they just seem crook
Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good