Ben Smith (rapper) - Beetleborg lyrics

[Verse 1: Ben Smith] I usually write my lyrics down, but in the meanwhile I'll snatch the clothes off your back and come up on a free style Waxing like the moon poetically, pathetically Slow rappers sounding out my sh** phonetically I'm deep under cover like the rainforest floor Jackin' your umbrella and then making it pour We slither up like snakes and leave you rattled Rain on your parade everyday in Seattle Blowin' up your spot with lyrical warheads Spit in your face slap obey stickers on your foreheads Make your crew envious call you gangrene Hit you where it hurts and take out your spleen Comin' at me sideways, I'm not in the mood Murder you on the track, permanent quite interlude Islamic Jar Jar Binx, pilgrimage to mesa Stand the test of time, great pyramids of Giza On top of my game, but no room for complacence I put God on a need to know basis Stealing on these fools, I'm a grand larcenist The Far Side, where my man Gary Larson is Phone in the toilet, call you on your sh** Cowardly rappers make like bananas and split [Verse 2: Ben Smith] Go in-n-out of in-n-out I have habitual hunger Eat the meat off your bones and leave the rest in the tundra Call me for advice and I'll just hit ignore We have no rapport, you're a knock off Beetleborg f** the beaten path, I'm moving through alleys Give you a piece of my mind now you know about me Bum rappers waiting' on common sense to start kicking in Even if they hear me, I know they're not listenin' I spit with a purpose, I'm intense like the circus I'll cause a disturbance, and burn you up in the furnace Furnish your living room with nurses now that you're hurtin' Hit with lyrical sermons , we're straight calling it curtains Keep my mind sharp like cacti Take the world over, why can't I Mob so hard get brought up on charges You stand in front of rhinos get brought down by charges Hammer to your face, you're getting old boy Your crew acting fishy, like koi Vegetarian rappers, we don't need meetings Make cuts so deep your speakers stay bleeding IRS stacking paper, I'm the best ignore the haters Keep a cool head refrigerator Don't reach for the stars, you'll burn your hands off I got one in the chamber, in case you want a stand off [Verse 3: Ben Smith] I smell blood in the water, now it begins Roll up on your set with triangle shaped fins If the cops ask, we're imaginary Read a picture book expand your vocabulary Pelted with tomatoes, from the hecklers Cut you down to size, like wrestlers Triple O.G. status og og og Snacking on rappers like ants on a log I cycle through rivals, departures and arrivals Shots from this rifle make you holy like the bible Denial, The competition idle I stifle, your comebacks change your instincts to survival I do what I can, which is everything you can't Salty rappers like that's just your opinion man I'll take care of our beef, hamburger helper Fusing' words together, lyrical welder Weedin' out the weak ones, horticulture Remove your head, leave you for the vultures Ya'll get sick beats, but the rap is missin' I'm f**ing you up, like gapapentin That's blocking your sodium channels causing cardiac events Rappers like exact change, they makin' no sense Ask me I'm satisfied, I'll tell you never Practice don't make perfect, practice makes better