floating from Mental Projectiles by Dreadful Operator
Tracklist
| 7. | floating | 3:30 |
Lyrics
i'm cocky as a cock crowin, for the 5am flock goin, harder than 30 quarters in a sock showin, no mercy no courtesy murder beats in my sleep you never heard of me page turner mic burner quick learner hype sure to search for purest i'm shockin currents jockin samples then i scramble and ramble perfect example of what can't be handled
alabaster pale ass bastard one man disaster microphone hazard
biodome i'm at home when i'm lost faster when I am slow stutter flow subtle bro spazin no sour skittle i'm the real walkin contradiction living fiction my friction so smooth with the diction broke fixin in the groove skippin no crook nixon
futuristic so mystic honey dips on my dip stick but dont get it twisted
one woman man at a time in a time when its hard to shine strip it turpintine scrubbin dirt and grime matter under mind phat with a P H never alkaline not basic spittin straight acid lasik straight to the face to the brain take it
eyes to occipital rhymes so visual one time for ya mind i'm too literal
no psychoanalyzing this criminal nahh but you can get a shot of his balls ahh laughin like shot clock nba jam on fire third shot boomshakalaka looka here comin propper so clear no fear hot steppin mic rocker
master of ceremonies MC for short sure shot shore to shore i got rhymes galore i got lines that soar like a parachute cord let er rip spittin heart hardcore mack to the max I'ma fiend for the facts i'm the hypest bookworm you ever heard jack life is too short to let it slip past i got homies underground who'll attest to that
scowl on my face as I lace the track put it down from the place where the crows be at
murder in the skies ominous guise terrifying blood curdling shrieks see the mob flying
beware the beaks of the beasts type violent all black silhouettes shape the skyline
it's a might fine time to recline and get high of the dope that i'm packin into every line oooo
no prophylactic could hold back my dialect comin at ya low tech live and direct hijack ya deck best protect ya neck i'm 7:30 in this piece crazy intellect thoughts i project as the vocab i flex given the gift of gab i have i command respect slammin and damaging mic devices ribbons gettin wrecked and I'm writing with the left the most radical rightous texts
float like a butterfly sting like shampoo all up in ya eyes ain't a thing you can do so much bounce and volume not the doo but the dude makin mad tunes dutifully beautifully smooth in a world full of butter i'm a hot knife spread love take a bite feed ya appetite get ya math right fuck a flashlight hot steppin in the shadows- dark knight
