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The Grammar Club
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Phonin' it in
Buto bumpin' Weezy and Yeezy up in the ocho, like Fiddy said I'm finna put the game in a chokehold Yo, I'ma Chris Nolan it, never be in-phoning it And owing to my focus I'm dope and the shit Coping with the dopes and the dips Whole flow is a bit cocoanuts Oh, ayo, I'm so, so cold but a bit over it Listen, you're fucking wack. That's right, you suck at rap So I ain't up for daps or a bucket of hugs, blaggard You fucks are getting gutted and stuffed with a cut cabbage I'ma serve it to your crew up on Stickam, fool Or slap a turkey-ass rapper back to Istanbul (swag) Yeah, I don't fuck with a weak scheme It's why I'll even leave and peep and creep on your street team And geeks fiend for every free Buto release Seems the beats'll keep 'em licking it up...like Khajiits preen Fuck nerdcore, I'ma kick it in the dick, bruh This is for my hip-hop cat, his name was Tikvah
Cause you've been phonin' it in, boy you phony baloney is as does, why don't you buy me a pony?
With you talk about your power and your money and fame 'Yeah I'm back. Yeah I'm back' It's a goddamn shame
Yeah I'm back. Yeah. Back phonin' it in
So many quarters that I hold in my sack I'm phoning all my homies, sadly they ain't calling me back I'm in the DangerRoom to level my stats And I don't never ever slack when it comes to these tracks And don't ask about the last Jack Stumbled like an asshat Your punchlines are a joke, like your rhymes should have a laugh track Don't have to tell me 'bout your mountain of swag, and Save your city, I don't care where you're at, man But when you rap like this- cause you wrote it 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 On a paper in your basement save amazement when I say to yoke it It's like you get too deep and try to sneak another weak cliche Like your fans won't make a peep, and ya creep Like sneaking candy in your pockets out the drug store You're not a legend in this game, not like rap has got a Rushmore Once more, it's like you are the king of the worst And if we're both nerdcore, I hope they hear me first I click game above the waist, I get my face in outer space I'm on pace to save the human race No need for thanks, I'm saying peace
Cause you've been phonin' it in, boy you phony baloney. Is as was. Why won't you leave me alone, yeah?
All your talk about your power and your money and fame. Nothing bad that you had drove you insane.
Yeah I'm back. Yeah. Back phonin' it in.
Try harder - otherwise, honestly, why bother? My zygotic efforts all like 'why I oughta' My psychotic episodes, highs and pathetic lows Ready, steady, wait a minute, no - let it go I feel pitiful, my cipher is hypercritical My political stance comes out in rants but I can't fit it all Into the origami of a cogent thought... They think it's all behind me but I hope it's not... I need the service of a RoboCop rebuilder Grow-Op weed killers, my photoshop needs filters I'd be iller if I could call in work to sick Stall this circus with flawless perfectness Wait, no... perfectionism is the curse That has me living in reverse and imprisoned in the earth Getting burned by art, poems and hard luck sucks My smartphone's charged up... here we go
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