Eric Goudy III - L lyrics

You're addicted to coffee but you're never gonna wake The mainstream water is alcohol, all is fake I will educate, I'll make you respirate You buy white powder to line up and insufflate But lies are served on your silver plate, the world is anyone's for them to take So shut your mouth, Broca's area incision, your mission is to listen to this ill composition The world is yours, or mine or his People who are rich could sell their own piss Your studios tell you what to write There's no good bars in our line of sight They drive good cars, hide their emotional scars Down the street fast, c**aine in a gla** So here's our chance, here's our opportunity Their words cannot come through to me, they cannot tutor me A slimy snake has no hands I want to shake I am not illiterate, I'm as hard as slate Everything I do is without mistake My literacy is immaculately, unadulterated accuracy Adequately, I smash tracks systematically Like an ex getting vexed, it comes back to me So the mix gets slain, it gets put to shame Cums as quick as a child getting brain A mic in hand, I spread the harm But you're wasting time with vaseline inside your palm Subliminal criminals shown on my terminal Pains from abdominals, it's unprofessional Because we're getting close to a post fallout era Call out, see clearer, no doubt products are dearer Even faker than milk called "soya" You get reeled in so they can destroy ya So if your studio is giving you letras falsada I'm gonna lyrically murder lo que han comprada Tal vez estas armadas, our guns use palabras Gracias, de nada, rapida matada Yo vengo alli, como el papi Yo tomo los corazones, matando sin razones Mis palabras son el humo que te rompen los pulmones I don't insult, I describe When I think of media, I think of lies Some mic sk**s are so weak and sh** That it couldn't beat the piss out of a sponge soaked with it Just like Finnish, you don't care about the C, you just want K I study mathematics and don't get EMA My gun always ricochets because I have no pay No real piece to make men deceased Orphanages unfilled unlike your mother's an*l cavity Low energy like your cerebral battery Destroy more clunge than cervical cancer, hands bare Dick gets wet more often than a dancer man's hair My gun always ricochets because I have no pay No real piece to make men deceased Orphanages unfilled unlike your mother's an*l cavity Low energy like your cerebral battery This track has more raw energy than the sun My power level is reaching nine thousand and one When unconscious I'm still more productive My lyrics are like gold, rich and conductive If I'm in a farm I don't need a tractor Cause I'm deadly like an AIDS patient being a flu contractor I have a better cardio than the US army yo My body is full of tones and definition It has tones like a musical composition And it's defined like a dictionary expedition Muscular endurance like Hercules I like curvy girls like weapons that are Nepalese Sick flow to make the fellas go "Oh!" That's everything that you ever used to know Similes, storytelling, punchlines, metaphors That's how sick you used to be, until you met a who*e Her name's Slavery, no more freedom in your writing No one will pay for me, I won't get noticed fighting I have full control over my own creativity You're a sick rapper, but in lyrical captivity Which is sh**, it's probably your favourite activity Conniving and providing for those who are dying To hear something everybody's heard before I'm supplying, you're denying, but you're not even trying But you should because they are concerned for more I'm confirmed for war, what you do has already been done You really gotta buck your ideas up, my son