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    Scapegoat Wax

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    Yeah, yeah,
    9, 10, 11, 12,
    Yo, usually,
    We do it like this,
    The Suspects
    Scapegoat Wax
    Uh, coming through like a T-Rex,
    Check, check,
    Yo yo

    MCs smack their heads on brick
    And publicly pelt themselves with rocks
    And put their feet on dry ice blocks
    This one's the knock, knock knocking
    On your nose bridge
    Poking at your eyelids
    With the soul kids from where I live
    Everybody's smiling big as Regis
    And time froze like fetus
    A guitarist took a time machine and cloned baby Jesus
    And made an MC like me (what, what?)
    Who came to conquer everything
    Within the breeze, man, woman, disease - please,
    You looking at me in a dumb and funny way
    But come to find out your crew
    Was some 12-year-old runaways
    Mentally I am of the 23rd Century
    Technically microphones and drums are my specialty
    Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes
    I'm stomping through the streets rapping (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah)
    While you're marching for dimes
    It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
    Sports trivia: Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins?
    Georgia Tech Yellowjackets
    Iller by the millisecond
    I be kicking like Tekken
    Check out my record collection
    It's kind of fat
    This is why I rap like that
    I be oozing out the funk
    Like a case of the clap

    {Here is something you can't run from
    So stop look and listen
    You take your position
    We do it like this son
    The illest prescription
    A lyric incision
    Into you eardrum} -- X2

    Natural mystic blowing through the air
    Hey is you smoking something there?
    Contraire, mon frere
    Cause in my verbal contract to give niggas instant convulsions
    Experience eternal seizures
    Tongue got you chokin'
    Rollin' down your throat, and...
    And leaving you to believe
    That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease
    We'll never freeze
    Even at the point of a handgun
    Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random
    Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom
    Thinkin' they handsome
    Stick they family for all they own
    And some
    My life is based on tantrum
    Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'?
    You know
    Fuck a platinum
    Finagler philosophy
    Y'all player haters
    Ain't understanding my verbocity
    Off lots of weed
    It costs to be
    The boss don't take a loss
    No double-cross hater back off of me
    Feel animosity
    In high velocity
    Both prodigies


    Your ears are rung
    My noise is like a thousand voices
    Until I'm done
    My words will shine through all distortion
    I'm here intact
    We're gonna get this thing together
    And when it cracks
    I'm gonna bet you that
    You and everybody else surrenders

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Zarrah for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Marty James Garton, Marty James, Jr. Garton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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