veritas
05-07-2014, 04:29 PM
Lames got Kos bent, like Gump’s metal legs, hitting the ‘Bama dirt
So punches hitting back to back is common, like a bandwagon ‘Bama shirt
Roll with the tide until it tries to compromise principles like Zack Morris
KOS’ originality is like the entire army of Arch Angels bringing war in exact chorus
My skill is polymorphous transforming every neural pore into my orifice
kOSMOSIS JONES, being Bill Murray, earned my stripes, my might’s enormous
If you hate me, you prolly illuminati, so take your mark and come at me bro
Wack writer’s thinking they progressive cuz once a month their little vaggies Flo
Easily absorb these pussies damage, like “here’s where the maxis go”
Face 2 face cowards though, turning yellow, melted, like I pissed on snow
Know that if you combine Calvin’s imagination, superman’s strength and jimmy neutron
You get these skills that makes ya bones crunch like a crouton when it gets chewed on
I gotta be abstract, cuz I mastered concepts linking way back when ZELDA got you a second quest
Irony: you searched the graveyard for the silver sword, and silver means you settle for second best
Now that’s Nintendo power! Keep my blade close to your throat like Howard’s bowtie,
Its red player
Irony: cats hands aint rough, but since they miss all their shots, they got the hands of a brick layer
Just keeping it real: life Starts of as joke, then gets serious like it was Bobcat Goldthwaite’s career
So it’s clear: A face with a mask that sounds funny when it speaks, is to me, a punishment more severe
While I stay like Baine capital keeping binders of broads all arranged by alphabetical order
Now you know, when it comes to sniping at the head of Mr. Gold, I never miss, I’m Sorter.
Space. The final frontier: I got concepts multiplying like a Tribble on Viagra
And XTC, some thunderbird, and scrambled porn for after
I only brag and boast to counteract the obstacles I’ve surmounted
Like tryna not break your chick in half when this good sir mounted
or how sesame street is the only street they seen numbers counted
I see the need in myself, so I seek to keep others grounded
Make other cats’ styles seem limited, like straight jackets became in fashion
Who else you know can keep it real, professional, humorous, and full of passion?
Theres that bragging we talked about, I am sorry bro, I can’t help this
I make bitches choke like they was allergic to shellfish
Only when asking for Grace and mercy can I be said to be selfish
I speak with so much logic, you would swear my ears were elfish
The world hates me, I got the BIBLE, you should see how they attack it
Aint phased though: I shine brighter than my cousin Vinnie’s leather jacket
I can keep it universal, or bore down into your brain, straight and narrow….
My life is the philosophy of time travel, you know, Roberta Sparrow.
So punches hitting back to back is common, like a bandwagon ‘Bama shirt
Roll with the tide until it tries to compromise principles like Zack Morris
KOS’ originality is like the entire army of Arch Angels bringing war in exact chorus
My skill is polymorphous transforming every neural pore into my orifice
kOSMOSIS JONES, being Bill Murray, earned my stripes, my might’s enormous
If you hate me, you prolly illuminati, so take your mark and come at me bro
Wack writer’s thinking they progressive cuz once a month their little vaggies Flo
Easily absorb these pussies damage, like “here’s where the maxis go”
Face 2 face cowards though, turning yellow, melted, like I pissed on snow
Know that if you combine Calvin’s imagination, superman’s strength and jimmy neutron
You get these skills that makes ya bones crunch like a crouton when it gets chewed on
I gotta be abstract, cuz I mastered concepts linking way back when ZELDA got you a second quest
Irony: you searched the graveyard for the silver sword, and silver means you settle for second best
Now that’s Nintendo power! Keep my blade close to your throat like Howard’s bowtie,
Its red player
Irony: cats hands aint rough, but since they miss all their shots, they got the hands of a brick layer
Just keeping it real: life Starts of as joke, then gets serious like it was Bobcat Goldthwaite’s career
So it’s clear: A face with a mask that sounds funny when it speaks, is to me, a punishment more severe
While I stay like Baine capital keeping binders of broads all arranged by alphabetical order
Now you know, when it comes to sniping at the head of Mr. Gold, I never miss, I’m Sorter.
Space. The final frontier: I got concepts multiplying like a Tribble on Viagra
And XTC, some thunderbird, and scrambled porn for after
I only brag and boast to counteract the obstacles I’ve surmounted
Like tryna not break your chick in half when this good sir mounted
or how sesame street is the only street they seen numbers counted
I see the need in myself, so I seek to keep others grounded
Make other cats’ styles seem limited, like straight jackets became in fashion
Who else you know can keep it real, professional, humorous, and full of passion?
Theres that bragging we talked about, I am sorry bro, I can’t help this
I make bitches choke like they was allergic to shellfish
Only when asking for Grace and mercy can I be said to be selfish
I speak with so much logic, you would swear my ears were elfish
The world hates me, I got the BIBLE, you should see how they attack it
Aint phased though: I shine brighter than my cousin Vinnie’s leather jacket
I can keep it universal, or bore down into your brain, straight and narrow….
My life is the philosophy of time travel, you know, Roberta Sparrow.