Ben Schnier - Rap Odyssey lyrics

[Verse 1] Back to kick more rhymes, but this time, they will be fatal This time I'm setting my scope on the pope and popping his navel This naval battle'll send the planet straight to the stratosphere Because, at long last, the fabled dragon's here, spitting Akavir thu'ums Some say his words will end in fire, some say in ice Either way, once he spits, those opposed will all pay the price You take some K.L., mix in Kal-El, and add a pinch of Kahlil Gibran And what do you get? Just li'l ol' me, an ill emcee A freelance word hurricane Pure urethane with the world to gain Bursting chains, murking gangs on a rampage, rampant for 30 days Serpents stay lurking, they would disturb this service at church today It's just by chance that I happen to wear a turban Umm, hey! See the plan all along's been to rip through every song 'Til I'm a household name and, really, not much more than that I set off on this journey with just this backpack rap on my back That and a snack of wacker rappers to purge all my cravings at Cause I'm the king at this, swear I just haven't proven it yet So this is something like an Odyssey I'm making through this rap True to that, no dilution or substitution abused, in fact I'm confused: I'm the noob here, yet you fools rap like y'all new to rap? But this ain't even rap, it's hip hop The difference is these tracks'll get you jumpin' like Kris Kross And still be saying something that gets you trapped like Rick Ross Behind my bars but frees your mind at the same time And then I jet, liftoff Yeah, call me young Odysseus on his journey home Best believe I'm locked on and gunning it straight for the throne Misplaced king of the game I'm coming for my dues So you gotta peep game, cause what more could you do? Ay, what it do? [Chorus] And it don't quit, and it don't stop And it don't stop, this is hip hop [Bridge] Get back, get back, get back [Verse 2] Ben, why you even send your beats my way? You know I'm a k**er You know you can't bring 'em back, man This ain't Mike Jack "Thriller" You know I get thrilled with skrilla, deal or no deal, I'm still iller You know I'm gon' bring 'em bat, man My nights are dark when knocking it out the park like I'm Daryl Straw Partial to that Ben Stiller Cause this is Night at the Museum, turn that to mausoleum And then I go and flip that mausoleum to coliseum Spilling blood on my jalabiya Man, you lucky them columns'll hold me back Boy, I'm Walter White Call a fed, I won't even be alarmed then Cop the plea bargain for weed farming When I see varmints on the beat, storming It's just instinct that makes me prone to fading 'em like three Charmin Rolls, but that's just the rant of another young rapscallion scaling rap I'm an animal in this field, the ox with the plow Oxygen stock in him now, something like a fox on his prowl Turn the field of dreams to a k**ing, y'all cannot stop me now My conoscopy's high velocity, yours is not to me Wow Man, I'm spitting, really spitting Suggest you stop and listen Detonating like Doctrine Dark strapped with three C4s with him When he's inhaling kerosene and taking a match to the pistons Just takes a spark at the end of these lines I'm lobbing To hold the mic, I'm throbbing, mechanical movement Masterful oozing Of raw talent like nasty, old lubricant Pa** me your uzi And a clip of quotes, don't have me to use it Smash the old rules, it's Simply too bomb to diffuse You are now tuned to young Odysseus on his journey home The sequel to the ill he had back on Quazinkle Misplaced king of the game, I'm coming for my dues You think any different, you just might be cut loose But hey, that's just cause it [Chorus]