Manners


All the time you’re lying I’m a’frying your lymph nodes
Wanted to get it on so now I’m taking out this NIMH foe
Elephant, nah Pinnochio with a limp nose
There’s been no beef, just bitter jealousy because you’ve been low
A case of hard hands but no brain to guide them
I’m a dope rapper worldwide, man you claim an island
You’re rapping to yourself at rubber walls, insane asylum
I slow it down cause you can’t comprehend my rate of rhyming
Content to let you be wack, until you tried to diss
Figuring you’d understand and all, being a scientist
This is shooting fish, double barrel, church parking lot
Closet’s got skeleton armies, Jason and the Argonauts
So here’s your sarcophagus for trying to top the best
You’re stuck behind the 8 ball, advised by a bobblehead
You couldn’t see me with a yes man from Mexico
You’re better off with freeze tiles like an Eskimo
Unlike Howard Cossell, you actually played the sport
But you keep coming with the same lame retorts
Burning a bridge the only time you blazed the Fort
I’ll take your fan club member, make him praise the Lord
If looks could kill, man my reputation would be long gone
Cause you’ve been staring at it lovingly, I bomb songs
You respond with romance novels, I’m Pulitzer prize
Your mind’s a china shop and now the bull is inside
Full of yourself…the last surviving cannibal chews
See the manic desperation that a panic can brew
I’m just putting it out there, you examine the proof
You’re standing there like a mannequin, with rambling tunes
Taking bout my prada, is this Sex and the City?
Idolizing shirtless thugs but you’re even less than a 50
You’re destined to rip me if I write your rap and perforate it
Let your stomach acid percolate the perfect words I’m blazing
Maybe your man can translate it for you with an interpretative dance
I’ve seen the spastic spider in his trance
Please, see I remember my manners sometimes
Thanks for raps weaker than Talib Kweli punchlines
You’re welcome, I’m playing the prepositional phrase
Cause I’m putting you in your proper place, so stop with your hate
PS-excuse me, I didn’t want to smash you self-esteem
But since when is rap about a selfish dream? I melt you P
Hey, go back and sample Nautilis again
Cause nobody did it before you, right you hobble with a friend
And I don’t know who is dragging who down
But you clowns are too proud of putting out a moot sound
Maybe find a new town, and rebound so leave now
Cause there’s a bit less of you coming back in each round
And it’s sad