Duke Westlake - Dukes and Geeks lyrics

It goes one through the larynx, two from the heart Three for my parents even though they split apart I still love ‘em while I'm lovin' every friend that I got And I really love rap so I figured “why not?” Look You are looking at a six foot Japanese rappin' easygoing kid who happens to look bad in beanies Rap complex over simple beats, I spit as raw as the fish that my people eat Madman and upstanding civilian, not the best rapper alive, but I'm in the top seven billion It's lights out, Super Bowl 47 in the house, Surge like the gym leader in Vermillion Take a weed whacker to Wiz Khalifa's stash, make him mad Crack that Krispy Kreme rapper in half, and call that Breaking Bad Rappers want brand new cars like Maybachs But they ain't got the will (wheel) to host the fortune y'all, none of ‘em say jack (Sajak) Ungh. I'm in the cut like peroxide I didn't vote for Mitt; I'm on Barack's side Yup, I'm gettin' a bit of the moment of fame, comin' up strong in the game, my flow is "juuust right," Goldilocks, I'd Never really brag, I'm not that vain or sick at all I'm just Tryna understand myself like the brain of a psychologist I'm crazy like the colonists who take entire continents Enslave a population but later give them compliments I'll switch the beat up, with a rugged rhyme, like new stars And now I'm bout ta speed up and go double time for a few bars ‘Cause I'm bending a bit back and I'm better than ba*tards Who've never been attacked by a veteran rapper I never would come wack; I'm the cleverest actor On a track, and I'm a bachelor who's gonna get his Master's Some day. It's a grand image Like Harry Potter, playin' Quidditch Runnin' the race and I can win it You're sitting and frowning and I stand grinnin' I spit sincerely And my money's low ordinarily So am I gonna make it? Barely The only bread that I'm stackin' is Sara Lee Why's that Japanese white kid rappin' though?? Next time you seem him on his bike, kidnap him yo I wish he'd vanish into thin air, Colorado This kid can't kick it, Maldonado Shout-outs to my Oregonian brethren I grew up in Eugene where we never trust a weather man To be honest, I'm just tryna sound clever, man Dishonest Mufasa cats lyin' (lion) but I never am Forever jams flowing at my brain's thinking pace And I'll use a semicolon outside of a winky-face Nonsensical rappers out there, I know you seen ‘em They'll take a syllable that sounds kinda like another one and talk fast in the space in between ‘em But they ain't sayin' much Then again, neither am I You gotta boast when you're rappin', but I'm a humble guy But if you happen to be thinkin' that what I spit's great I appreciate that you're listening to my mixtape