Eugenius - Parliament lyrics

[Intro: Brian J. Lucas] The COLONY presents... [Verse 1: Brian J. Lucas] Swallow some cinnamon and choke on a battery Barely rapping on every rapper like I'm under a Christmas tree Afterwards I just verbally murder anything randomly Rest in peace... leave the whole neighborhood wondering "who is he?" Just that young, trill n***a going hard as they used to be Usually spitting rhythms, get the nation so used to me Usually spitting rhymes, and boy I injure my arteries Foolish fiend, off of cannabis and 22 senzu beans Sorry, I'm tweaking, met a girl for the evening Add some flavor to music. Savor on all the seasoning Listen between the lines and find another hidden meaning Believing raps are getting old; your hairlines receding Check the creed. Now everybody wanna Edward glisten But clearly my mission's to leave most of these n***as pissed and Ballin like Pistons, most of these n***as is hairline tripping I hang with white people, they can barely tell the difference And I cut my hair for my ex She dumped me like, 3 days later, left me painfully stressed With an ache in my chest, head full of these thoughts. I digress Now instead of a heart, I strapped a C-4 to the chest (BOOM) Blowing up, I told ya... So what, you want some? She left because I loved her, so now Lucas ain't gone love none Probably just tweaking, cuz I ain't get her consideration Probably coulda fixed it, but my wrench said he ain't wanna take it So, what now? A couple raps to see man? Got some bars from CA, got more game than EA Let me get Jhene Aiko on my iPhone And maybe we could roll one and get high as the Eiffel Make my way out west, lost story of Fidel Who's an idol? Body y'all like funeral titles Get your bibles, from that town with church night revivals? I'm from that place where they pushed keys like piano recitals Still got depression. Still get to workin' f** the game with the tip in. David's a half way virgin Still rockin' the same guitar pick Sana gave me The COLONY is probably here to save me. Jay [Verse 2: A.y.D] Tongue like that gun firepower Spit fire like I'm Bowser, lyrical tight rope rapper These Spidey n***as shooting strings Nah f** that, Spiderman my childhood dream. You ain't good enough Have you hanging on the edge of these words like a high fein or hyphen Listen to my lyrics and read its fine print Contract like a muscle 'fore the right hook comes in But no need for one so all you hear is the crew chirping Going off these double meanings transvestite cuming k** the lyrical flow stabbing water with a belly flop Ya n***a ain't subtle p**y n***as get up on this game and wanna cuddle Got game for a reason you ride bench I'm in the huddle Come on. hop on my co*kpit marvel at my rocket And we'll both blast off to the music in a bus shuttle Eating up and tearing through a gato But my girl Spanish so it's like eating up a taco “Enough stereotypes you racist hypocritical ba*tard” I'm sorry I got so much to say cause they never wanted to listen Now I'm just trying to give you my message like a carrier pigeon My lyrics going through the airwaves Flowing with wherever the air takes Like smoke in the sky I'm just chilling in the vapes Like a straight alien in a crowd of gays I stand out no h*mo sapiens. Oh no, the meanings just tripled Meaning that with each an*logy my mind is crippled And it slowly grows that river flow is disturbed by ripples Turn that g spot into G Shock Leave her missing my touch wrist lock MFS dead now we're left with I-RiZz and friends But penny for my thoughts so, Brian, no one asked for your two cents And from that interjection life ain't been the same since And with green you gain a heightened 7th sense Like that 7 up fizz, or my jizz on your girls tits Oh sh** did I slip? Nah just the head tip Wrap your fingers around my dick to get a grip on my bandwidth But only half cause she so shallow the rest won't fit without help from the team.... But that's none of my business, just sippin on my tea Banging like that head board with hipsters getting it to skrillex Cause we bangarang the batarang while Bruce Wayne saves Gotham yet again from the criminally insane Arkham Asylum My mind is climbing scaling the walls ‘til it hears Wale's calls through that lotus flower bomb Thrown by Earl's centurion [?] Okay, I keep messin' up [Verse 3: Epiphany] When I step on set, you n***as get set I'm pa**ing Peace to homies in the trashcan Now I'm Lawrence Kasdan, penning a gremlin as wide as the Penin Peninsula Hyperspace past the race and cla**, it's insular Hoping the sick lyrics influenza ya Slaughtering whatever you and your silly crew meant to ya Mac is lagging I'm the dragon enter the Labyrinth, I'm eating tamarind Now I snatch the pin out the grenade, blow you Grayson Kincaid Pension ‘bout to be paid, cut you with the first spade Sorry jics to the grave, n***as betta behave Tripping cuz they seen me operating like Sade Grinning cuz I got the fly women on my trimmings Tripping cuz I got the high hymns in my innards Pushing past the circle where the hurdle was forgiven Cutting like katana, then I'm squeezing in the lemon Sweaty n***as nodding their heads up in the basement Painting Frescoes, you s**as is simply tracing Lacing all your verses with the fakeness But I cased my bars in old jars like Mason Staple the law of spitting raw on my forehead Shooting like stars cuz I got bars cuz that their more fed Than these skinny pretty nickels on Slauson or English Got that look like they rocking the palsy or fiendish I'm making fans when I screen this, This is just the pre-viz Maesso is the meanest, Epiphany's the cleanest Drinking on that pollen bee Chilling on the farm doing harm with my colony Two stepping on your frontal lobe is where Imma be Born in the hood but now I'm game to the finer things Putting that bombast twist on that compact disc On my 3.9. Can't have my contract risked Rocking jade on my wrist, Got the game in my fist And I'm spitting Ivory with a Bangkok twist And now the black of the track is staining my sneakers I'm spitting these Decibels busting vesicles through speakers In the darkroom juxtaposed rows of features Bust the highest gross double thumbs up from Siskel and Ebert [Verse 4: I-RiZz] Okay… aye, aye, aye I got one girl jumpin', One girl elastic The other one is clappin' upstairs while I'm rappin' Lord knows how this happened, we was just chillin' And now we on the stand like some villains beat k**in' B ut, anyways back to the curious cat Stay away from Harris Teeter where them fat girls at They say throw a dog bone, almost caught ‘em a slap She was begging so hard I almost bought her a snack Listen sunny, money coming while I'm humming Cunning honey want it from me, started gunning now she running Stomach jutting from some pudding do not blame me blame the vacay Keep the violence simple vowel consonant, A K Colony, period, settlers delirious Cause they don't know what they gonna hear when they hearin' us Who dat? Shining like a nuggat Found up in a river you protectin with your new gat Homie, use your nugget, I'm saying think better Till then you fallin in a trap, fake cheddar Vendetta, trendsetter. Forget ‘em after one week Words so hard leave one weak. Weak [Interlude: I-RiZz] Now you weak fool! [Verse 5: RNL Bleach] “How you gonna be the greatest? Your flow is below the basement, like these white b**hes, you're basic Wake up, it's time to face it” Yeah man, I hear y'all hating I'm doing it while y'all just saying. Spazzing out the lyrics or spraying You'll hate til I make it “Yeah boy, but it's like Shaq outta the paint. The odds are against you So don't think that they ain't So tell me Pica**o, what picture you gonna paint?” Mind and body of a sinner, but the heart of a saint Bringing you the fear of the Wooshi finger hold So you better pray I don't flex my pinky Watch your girl cuz she's about to Retweet me Figured I can't drop out, cuz now they need me I've eaten a hundred rappers, still hungry so feed me Let's be honest, I wouldn't be here without the Beasties Eat p**y three meals a day, so on these rappers I'm feasting Your chick bump me, but to her you're nothing but some bee stings Bump you I make good music, no Yeezus I just feel it because I am earless If y'all got the juice of this Haterade, everyone looking like he got it made You're on iTunes, but your subject is sh**ty You're better than me, c'mon who are you kidding? Shots fired bang, bang, so who am I shooting? Get off the mic, wait… Who are they boo'ing? [Verse 6: Timothy Eugenius] Uh, I said It's Tim or Eugenius, homie Only here for two reasons Spread the word of God and leave you dudes speechless Regardless, in the end, T wins like two fetus It'll hit you on tomorrow morning The pool of talented rappers is baron, Charlotte Hornets Movin' up or fallin' forward First cla** citizen, push a second hand whip To the gas station, it's my third time visiting this week The four of us hitting Sheetz Affordable fizzy drinks, just my luck Five bucks for a six pack of 7up Ate wings and watch the Niners do a ten-set-hut Ripping them trunks up off of elephants No sir, I'm not perfect, viewer's discretion Hors d'oeuvres, I got served like I knew me a Jenner Kindly kindle my fire, don't get bruised with these metals Disputes that we settle, Manu y mano You gotta be ready when Popovich calls you Royal-T, I'm a king, Stojakovic ballin' Eugene, I'm a brain with Arthur and all them Procrastination is part of the process Elasticatin' all parts of your conscious Mr. Fantasticate the minds of the youngins Not pa**in' notes but rollin' em, Puffin on stramonium Y'all are too lax, put Ginobili in I Bi-Wan with the force, they done let O. Kenobi in Known locally as the only holy one But most certainly bad, just ask my homies, huh? Your hit track is cheesy, you spit facts? Bologna It's matrimony, see I been rap since oldies, the kid that was hungry To Tim at Coloney, Colony C-O-L-O-N-Y. I ain't even try [Outro: I-RiZz] Now you weak, fool!