Baka - Excalibur's Stone lyrics

Composer Bulldozer Fleet-footed, I kick a flow type Bettis I toss fluid swearin you the sewer Washed up, what I drew tough Spit angry like ya new shoes scuffed Act like ya knew us Uhh, mental mind the illest Was bread where the k**as be Was told to think BIG, can't live with limitations Pen it lemony for they faces Public Enemy brazen Puff good the graceland Remember gettin maced, annnnnnd Them same hours had my Uncle pa** Valentine's formaldehyde Put it in your frame when you die Separate from the plain that you rise A closed casket Word to Crystal Seth "Put My Ash To The Sky" Yo, how did this happen? Outspoken when I be rappin Turn corners I'm with my faction Big buckshots, ya back flip Slayin entertainers on some rap sh** Y'all act sick But couldn't catch a cold if you tried Related to what Mulder said he saw up in the sky I ain't from round here Animated dummy Spewing rhythms and they sound weird, (Huh?!?) Starseed, far reach, call me Lennox Lewis Snake bite when I write it'll stop your movement Strap the muzzle on me, guarantee I'm chewing through it My main concern is making great music People persist, refute the fact that they should do it Got the nerve to send me spam Call them n***as Bland Vann Damne Aiming for ya head just like Ca** Got hate yes Pull me down I'm weightless Tune up your style, it needs maintenance See now it requires diligence and patience Bound for a certain destination My spittin' remains latent Consolidating flows making new flame statements Chef Rick Ramsay, you know I souffle the makeshift Chill with them wack a** bars Erase em, too basic Waiting for it to fall in your lap, take it S'Why I hit that mic like the town, straight ragin Divie out intelligence from madness I was raised in Had me bringing quarters back, head swivilin like Peyton's Manning up for revolution Plan it out So how we do it? Disclose that later, wins like the showtime Lakers Advanced courses when canoeing Keep Your Grades Up Uhh Excalibur is what I pulled from the stone I'm just a sharpened young wordsmith Holdin his own Yo! DC: Dang man They got me back in here... Wearing purple Smoking purple Drinking purple ....Huh? Ya know? Let's go! Eating crab all day Stomach full of Old Bay Top notch pack It can't go another way I be sittin back chillin smokin good Mary Jane Might get a call from shorty say she wanna give brain I tell her don't forget ya friend that go the other way I jump in and splash on em Back to gettin cake I'm a lion huntin You a clown and monkey Bet your stomach feelin funny You ain't out here gettin money Ya girl want a teddy bear, I'm out to get her honey She know the tune to every song She in the bed hummin Twerkin, s**in, humpin, that her main function Taught these n***as so much, I son em I'm Phillip Drummond Might hit the stage live Give the drummer somethin I'm shining out here like the rising sun or something The Son of Sam I'm k**in these n***as, they like, "Damn!" Ehhh....