Mr.blankslate - "Told You I Could Rap" CYPHER lyrics

[Verse 1: Gnarbro TaKa] I'm tryna be real, I'm tryna go hard My auditory cortex turns rain to a vortex Like page to the Chordettes, and I got more text Ornaments of truth to distribute in the tribute For the youth in this melody Issued for your tissue, I don't care about your melanin I don't misuse the talents I'm forsaken with I'd hop a flight to Paris just to educate the width Of my culture I'm a hippy, French f*g, but in yo face, man Cut your lyrics into cartoon characters And while you rappin' narratives Can't say it's for the birds cuz all I hear is parrot chirps I've about had it with the pa**in' the dro Motherf**er, this is hip-hop, paddle the boat! (In case) In case you wonderin, I'm not a KKK bloke Does a Capricorn shave his head? Neither do angora goats John Jacob Astor, Titanic's upper cla** Died in the ma**acre without even gin in his gla** Women and Children sit in boats with blankets 1300 plus died from an ocean's banquets (Oh dear!) This reminds me of Lil Wayne's career All I could think to do was hope you become a cashier But I'll never tip a top hat on the charts while Blankslate carves bars like a language artist [Verse 2: mr.blankslate] Wreck it like Osama been Suma Cum Laden Quantify the qualities that'll catapult catastrophes Encapsulate the catalysts and put us in menageries Dimmed down like a flashlight in need of fresh batteries You catalog and gallivant the California swag like you not a tramp But wouldn't pitch a couple bucks to buy an amp Motherf**er here I am: Spittin' all this sh** on lower quality equipment But I don't really care cuz I don't need a bunch of fake-a** friends to come endorse it Doing this my own way: swim like a porpoise Repped e'm from the top of the Himalayas To the beaches down in Corpus - I'm cordial And focused on development of lyrical sources Playing with the magick: not a sorcerer Didn't understand exactly what she was until I opened her So let the Gonorrhea Games echo through the hills like an overture...