Edan - Rap Beautician lyrics

Well its the rap beautician To facts you listen When i blast through rhythms like a cab through brooklyn Record bu*ton warlord, i'm well off and witty Plus using god's sleeve to wipe the hell off the city Call me elegant, cerebellums swellin till my melons elephant sized Always got that relevant rhyme Its adrenaline time the cardiac is party packed All hail the silver dome poem like a pontiac Cruisin views of past present future and maneuvers That are unprecedented to the sun and the crescent The greatest historical puzzles of all times Are directly comparable to the struggles inside the mind Of the righteous ,or more battlers with clenched fists The dentist, but instead of molar pain its solar rain The rhyme spins once in my presence every 24 hours The steady force of metaphor showers Theres power in my words cuz the words be expression Plus expression is a weapon and the weapon is an option Oxygen We've been given our lungs for breath so lace lyrics of fury on top of the drums of d**h Tongue kissing thunderbolts on neptune, at the same time sitting on a couch in your living room You shouldn't wanna f** with a man of all strategies Your pirate ship flipped by the cannonball adderly The tornado typhoon of raw fatal mic use is loose Puddles of fight juice is proof But the clouds need something to drink, hence evaporation Reality battles my intense imagination I'm breeding art, the veins save the bleeding heart The brain stays in a psychological cuisinart I need a spark to stay distant in the dark Evil leavin dead bodies on benches at the park I generate heat when i set a break beat To repeat thanks to flash and my two techniques (technics) All praises to the bronx for the elevated blues music Hip hop is celebrated to the point that you use it The new blueprint for ma** unification is a crew of rap renegades in deep concentration I never claimed to be the best at anything i did, but i'm due for elevation cuz i'm one smart kid So listen to the rhythms, the rhymes i wrote for you Some people don't be liking sh** unless its brand new But let me tell you something boy the past is full of answers The present is the question and the futures the direction So go explore the history of music and return sir My wackest composition and you'll call that sh** a burner So if rapping was graffiti, i would vandalize the sun so the shadows of my name would manifest on everyone And if rapping was breaking Id do a headspin for 5 days only to suspend myself above ground sideways And if rapping was DJing I'd pull two records out the crate, throw the needles in the air and have em land right at the breaks And if rapping was beatmaking I'd be a f**in 45, impeach the president with substitution on the flip side So if my competition wants to bring it to my face, i'll knock it out the park and take a piss at home plate and do my dance And thats right