Buttatones - Let The Beat Build lyrics

[Tabs] They couldn't hear me clearly so I spoke it louder Motherf**er's culture vultures tryna leave our soul devoured When them clowns rhyme they get outshined by my solar power Then I rain on their parade from cloud nine with a golden shower The battle's on, I'm here to babble with mics Destroy you catalog with something it took me an hour to write Reaching various heights that are out of your sight Them phony Glocks are the only props you ever had in your life, that's right You don't want a collision with my coalition It's like being fed to lions like Rome did to its own Christians Whether we kick it off the dome or spit some dope writtens My entire squad be ungodly like cloned chickens Across the so-blow I roam on my own mission Then bring the truth to you eyes cuz these guys lie through old mission They're no different than Marsellus from Pulp Fiction Cuz they take ?? while gagging on balls plus their soul's missing So listen as I state my claim, I just hate Drake and Wayne Feel like I'm about to throw up in my mouth whenever I say they name They want to keep selling us redelutions like David Blaine And I say I should leave um M.I.A. without the paper planes That sh**'s been glamorized for the stars so I became insane Now they're tryna psychoan*lyze the bars like Frasier Crane I mean y'all can stay the same, I came to break the chains And use my middle finger as a turning signal when changing lanes And I'm out this b**h, most rappers are counterfeit Talking all that junk til they get punched in they mouth for it Talking crap since a child, now that pile is mountainous Wouldn't trade an ounce of piss for the mound of sh** that comes out your lips You talk in riddles, are you suppose to be hard, I hope not Cuz you're candy coated and soft in the middle like a Blow Pop Could give a f** if you sold rocks by the coke spot I'll throw a shot at you snakes that'll paralyze your face like botox You wanna know something, you's a pole s**ing H ?? On the road to destruction cuz that's no f**ing bueno If this is how the game goes I'm a flame throw you lame-os Cuz I saw your true colors, and they were a day ?? rainbow This kid is annoyed cuz this isn't hard hitting So little b**hes getting destroyed whenever I start spitting I could give a f** if you get your boys, their heart's missing That's right I hear the b**h in your voice like Bart Simpson I cite wrote them lines and been climbing successive walls Best of all I do it without a net and I'm yet to fall Need to chill cuz when we spit it's d**h for y'all See we let that beat build and then we hit it with a wrecking ball So as long as all of this gay sh** is around I want to soak this game with propane and blaze it to the ground Face it you're a clown, I got hatred for your sound We got a saying in my town, it goes "Take it in the brown" [Tones] Bunch of writers posing opposed to writers zoning The good die young so I live life for the moment And right at this moment stomping snakes dead in the gra** You'd tattoo they logo to your forehead for cash So if you stay on your high with your trees and your fire Blaze up an eighth blunt for real emcees in the cypher Not the ones I call gimmicks who don't have words Have rappers feeling like they coming right after a Tabs verse Put in mad work, got hundreds of tracks out I be putting it down til the sun f**ing black out So back out if you scared now and ain't prepared Rolling up on four flaps looking to get the paper pad Is there a brain in there? you want a metaphor? I'm worth more money than the banks give me credit for Let's get it on, take um down, industry ain't ready for me You listen to these cornies while they tell they story Nice to meet ya, cuz that swag come with a slice of pizza You an a**wipe f**ing with the type that piped the teacher They open they house to the herbs, I bring hope to the suburbs Active society taking offense when they just words But I don't give a f** like William Wallace And have sacred ceremonies in secrecy symbolic You don't get it but I got it, your sh**'s trash Your b**h a** spit about as ill as Riff Raff Y'all ain't honest, that's garbage, how you rep that crap? Wow I've heard Andy Milonakis spit better raps k** yourself in front your family cuz you're worthless Nah you can live but you got to stop spitting verses Ever since the war report everyone claimed blood money It's funny cuz they 'bout as gangster as Bud Bundy Son trust me there's not a rapper in their squad That can see me off the head, it's like battling with Thor Still you ga**ed up cuz radio say that you hot But back at the label someone paid for that spot And that's why what they consider cla**ics are average The songs are all gay, the rappers all f*ggots It gets wacker and wackest award goes to actors and frauds Betray real when they fake like going platinum in stores Back to the drawing board, this time use a pencil Next time don't pay 1O G's for a used instrumental These emcees so weak, prefer it if they don't speak That's why albums have no rappers and battles have no beats Don't sleep wake up, what the f** you hear me say You on some paws looking awkward but you're really gay I feel this way cuz I was brought up in a different era Kids would spit forever never 'bout chips and cheddar If this is the love song we wouldn't even sit together Strip your leather, let you b**h tell you that my dick was better [Coal Cash] Your whole sh**'s crippled, breath smelling like dicks pickled You fiddle around on joints without a point even if stippled Your first nipple was groin from the loins of neanderthal No wonder your thoughts meander and never answer to grandeur's call Hope your balls get cancer, you're softer than Pink Panther Mylanta should sign your deal, you're a Hot Wheels verse a Panzer Don't tamper with deadly enhancers that damper a sharpened wit I spit and commit an arson to burn through your jargon quick My clique is sicker than Spartans d**h marching through the abyss I'll christen your f**ing face, savor the taste of Martian piss Resist and get disgraced like being placed amongst the ignorant Your insignificant's twin, your limbs get trimmed from their ligaments Belligerence my kin and b**h, we be some bush wackers I'm done f**ing you wife, stuffing the pipe like kush packers With rooks backing to strike, I'll stab a mic through your frontal lobe As you hold your props to how many co*ks that your buns'll hold You funnel loads at glory holes holding keg stands Jamming your maggot face with the f*ggot traits that plague man So damn straight we hate these fake snakes and wack plans The clan that you shout have more balls in their mouth than Pac Man Tracks crammed with features, you eat from the jizz urethra You weaker than Elton John on the arms of Wiz Khalifa I spit and give um ether, you give um peace when you're off the speaker I'll speak a deeper discussion, you're accustom to Justin Bieber Crushing a buxom beaver, s**ing sustenance from my wiener Couldn't ween her off the dick, she milks the tip when I feed her No need to beat up her guts, smacking her bu*t to make her tits flop She's back for the f**, quacks like a duck s**ing on big co*k A lot of dumb s*uts but Hip-Hop the first and foremost She's close to d**h's door, not even sure if the who*e knows It's morose, used to have hopes of being inside her She's sponsored by Easyriders, spitting co*k flavored saliva And that's besides the fact she's back f**ing with some circus clown Bound to one purpose to let you know the circle jerk's in town Universal sound crowned with underground epitome Though lividly expressed I manifest the shine vividly Delivery of rhyme ahead of it's time, define validity Stupidity of your mind, not cosigning what I live to free It's wizardry to rhyme and that's according to Jak Progresso So every time I rap I try to attack it with my best flow The deaf know how much the touch of these words are surely miss You on some Moe, Larry and Curley getting a swirly s**ing worldly dicks Some Mr Furley sh**, a landlord slapping these damn who*es This man endured the night, we were the light that they ran towards Explored the possibility of a world with no hostility Abilities of us growing but no one's going willingly It's k**ing me to be knowing that it's slowing to it's final end A culture full of queers so cheers to suicidal trends The spiral bends around in circles, universal keys Free to spit reversals and dispersals of commercial steez Eternal freeze, verbal degrees of my life's rage Spitting the coldest sh** to polar shift another ice age