IATG - Phelonious Funk lyrics

[Verse 1 - IATG] Yeah, my funk's phelonious, unceremonious Cozy as a holy dominus controling lowly a**ociates My beats are moldy b**hes inside a rollie pollie ollie ditch The ravioli hits are guacamole goalie mitts I've been blessed by the breast of the best Kept by the rest of the guests, attest to the chest of my breath Arrogance is my inheritence, scary as a Maryland Terripin Preparedness is the reason I don't have to breathe for air again Querulous as Leif Ericson, unreal as Mr. Herriman Garrulous as a theremin and derelict like my therapist There it ends, I'm true blue who coo Loo poo new knew rue roo woo I got babies, ladies, rabies, caseys, macy's, tracy's and I'm crazy wavy Lacy as gravy and pacy as the navy, so pay me [Verse 2: J-Franks] I Mary Pop that p**y, talking supervagalistic I'm a practicing vagician, ho, I perform vagic Lebanese lesbians, but we off the coast of Belize I feel intoxicated, effervescent, so f**ing feliz My clientele supreme, fel**tio, por favor Got rappers catchin feelings cause they f**in' who*es Can't stop my Reign of Terror, it's a pathogen Wu-Tang, Cuttin Headz, talkin' Jacobin, Math, son Let me introduce a new form of rap calculus What the f** I'm doing, I sound like Canibus (Done with this wack sh**...) [Verse 3: FreeJC] Row, row, row my boat, I float, my flow screams I'm the goat Yo, please note I'm ill and bro, there ain't no antidote Truman Capote, I'll write rhyme notes till I'm dead and broke Like your nicest watch, I drop a troche into my sore throat h*mo, your rhymes are so-so and you should know so, ho They prepackaged like Ho-ho's and that's low, no SoHo Drop more dimes generous tippers, put on my slippers Relaxed beat for Money$Team scene hipsters, gin sippers Witcha b**h and yo I slay the p**y like a poacher Snitch ya b**h and I'll slay you pussies with my toaster Picture that like a poster, fiction rap like a poser Mixed drinks with a fingered b**h, drink like a hoser Boi, swag, f** yeah, niceee [Verse 4: NotoriouSk**z] I've just begun ma'am, I'm not finished Just like the fishes baby, I ain't finish Dust off your catalogue and eat ya spinach And watch as I make ya whole career diminish I got my eye on you n***as, no Mishka You n***as thin like the scarf on a fashionista You n***as get beat by a basket on Easter? Now b**h n***as steady gossip like Leighton Meester All the squawking is history like cave chalking Sky blue Js but I ain't from Johns Hopkins Dropping mathematics and science like Hawkings These weak n***as fortified as well as pylons So I just rip through them n***as like nylons Out on an island with my pilot wildin' And yo b**h's number be what I'm dialing Chris Berman a** n***as, never good enough get in the game So you just observe and commentate like it's all the same You looking at John Madden, I really made it happen In the game, made the game, now I run it Deep cover with the Twinz we Big Pun it And that one goes out to Skeet and Haru Dream Team chill and watch the competition brew With the Money$Team, who would have ever knew Now catch us at the bar-b where wack n***as skew