[Angry Mic: Verse One]
To whom it may concern that eighth I burned made me learn
I wasted terms, ???Shay??? stay to ???chaste spurn/sperm???
No razor burn, "save face" 'til the tables turn
Ungrateful germs, I enabled you to blaze sherm
I ain't concerned, I'm rolling the vanilla
But I can't control the tremor, though it poses a dilemma
I smoke with mellow fellas who can sell you Cinderella [Meth]
They're like my Penn to Teller, still the L's gives me propellers
I'm overzealous every O I relish, don't be jealous
They think that Mic embellish, no, I'm just on psychedelics
I'm taking caps daily, acid got my ass worried
Flashback! Who could ever hate Ashbury? (Haight-Ashbury; 1960s)
They're too timid to hear me, that's my primitive theory
Admit the finicky just mimic me, sniffing it yearly
It's been a minute, had to limit, dismissive and weary
I'm going to drop out listening to Timothy Leary
CHORUS
[Angry Mic: Verse Two]
No one can be compared, they know that the sound is rare
Marry one then groping and hoping for an affair
But bitches getting pregnant, it's going around this year
No money for abortion, I'm throwing her down the stairs
I need to get out of here, my mind's fucking cluttered
All this time in the suburb and my rhymes getting smothered
I'm tired of being high, trying to hide from my mother
Can't unwind, and now I'm intertwined with the others
I'll formally inform you that your form is just abnormal
The good die young, most these rappers are immortal
I'm scornful, Lord knows I should have been born still
So more pills, source got all sorts, he's sourceful
To Gods that are listening, your flaws has conditioned him
Your parishioners are missing cognitive dissonance
I prod at the insulin in mobs with omnipotence
The imminence of innocence is caused for your ignorance
CHORUS
[Angry Mic: Verse Three]
My life is like a movie, drink too much and he just babble
Canadian boomers have got me sleepless in Seattle
If it's seedless then I'll dabble
Those teen years was a hassle, I remember making pieces out of apples
Now that's just something behemoth, I just past you
Screaming, "Bejesus, look at Beavis, you won't last through"
Ingenious, the artíst too blue, this guys' a ??? raw
He got my ass down on the floor, still I ask for more
Pack that chron then pass that bong
I stay high even though the NASDAQ bombed
My dudes selling dubs when his knapsack's on
He's hooking more people up than Match.com
You asinine, whose plate is full? My appetites insatiable
I just can't have a bite, just so happens I may take it all
The afterlife awaits for you, don't act like I'm incapable
The hazards lights are flashing bright, so fasten tight, I'm breaking through
To whom it may concern that eighth I burned made me learn
I wasted terms, ???Shay??? stay to ???chaste spurn/sperm???
No razor burn, "save face" 'til the tables turn
Ungrateful germs, I enabled you to blaze sherm
I ain't concerned, I'm rolling the vanilla
But I can't control the tremor, though it poses a dilemma
I smoke with mellow fellas who can sell you Cinderella [Meth]
They're like my Penn to Teller, still the L's gives me propellers
I'm overzealous every O I relish, don't be jealous
They think that Mic embellish, no, I'm just on psychedelics
I'm taking caps daily, acid got my ass worried
Flashback! Who could ever hate Ashbury? (Haight-Ashbury; 1960s)
They're too timid to hear me, that's my primitive theory
Admit the finicky just mimic me, sniffing it yearly
It's been a minute, had to limit, dismissive and weary
I'm going to drop out listening to Timothy Leary
CHORUS
[Angry Mic: Verse Two]
No one can be compared, they know that the sound is rare
Marry one then groping and hoping for an affair
But bitches getting pregnant, it's going around this year
No money for abortion, I'm throwing her down the stairs
I need to get out of here, my mind's fucking cluttered
All this time in the suburb and my rhymes getting smothered
I'm tired of being high, trying to hide from my mother
Can't unwind, and now I'm intertwined with the others
I'll formally inform you that your form is just abnormal
The good die young, most these rappers are immortal
I'm scornful, Lord knows I should have been born still
So more pills, source got all sorts, he's sourceful
To Gods that are listening, your flaws has conditioned him
Your parishioners are missing cognitive dissonance
I prod at the insulin in mobs with omnipotence
The imminence of innocence is caused for your ignorance
CHORUS
[Angry Mic: Verse Three]
My life is like a movie, drink too much and he just babble
Canadian boomers have got me sleepless in Seattle
If it's seedless then I'll dabble
Those teen years was a hassle, I remember making pieces out of apples
Now that's just something behemoth, I just past you
Screaming, "Bejesus, look at Beavis, you won't last through"
Ingenious, the artíst too blue, this guys' a ??? raw
He got my ass down on the floor, still I ask for more
Pack that chron then pass that bong
I stay high even though the NASDAQ bombed
My dudes selling dubs when his knapsack's on
He's hooking more people up than Match.com
You asinine, whose plate is full? My appetites insatiable
I just can't have a bite, just so happens I may take it all
The afterlife awaits for you, don't act like I'm incapable
The hazards lights are flashing bright, so fasten tight, I'm breaking through
( Angry Mic )
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