Optimus Rhyme - Compiler lyrics

It's like a half a yellow olive on your tongue A hook up when the day's done A fifty yard punt in the fourth quarter of the big game thatcha got 500 bucks on, it's that tenth inning run (No-no-no-no-no-no that's not good enough try something else.) It's an open canker sore on your tongue A beat down when the day's done A low blocked punt in the fourth quarter of the big game thatcha got your whole life savings on, it's your tenth baby son (Maaan, nah, du- tsh, nah. God.) It's nothing, my existence is exactly the sum Of five, minus nine, plus four, that's none That's zero. It's the absence of life as a blank scroll It regurgitates words and takes the first lost soul It surges on the verge of destruction and just grows f** bein' a star; I wanna be a black hole And I'll greedily gobble up everything, the periodical elements Even when I yell it's just the methodical way I'm tellin' this I deliver with no embellishments Many rappers come to the battle kickin' irrelevance I stand firmly against… Your girlfriend when you on stage makin' no sense Takin' too long bot, we gotta rock after this? Another jumpsuit rapper with another clenched fist On another new stage that'll probably and change To techno when the owner hears this hip hop sh** (Announcer) Paging Optimus Rhyme, Your presence is requested on Autobeat Sanctuary Level Z75 The Decepticon reports: Affirmative. I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger Energy low, we five dots under Regulations tell us we gotta quit, Well these regulations don't mean sh** I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger Energy low, we five dots under Regulations tell us we gotta quit, Well these regulations don't mean sh** A compilation record's like your life You got some good times, and some other sh**cha might not like (Waaight) That's the beauty of the beast Ya gotta be bombed repeatedly to just appreciate the peace Ya see, ya gotta pa** before the beast Ya gotta last longer than your girl when you work between the knees It seems to me you gotta squeeze and squeeze 'Til everything gets released out your brain then you see Finally, your mind'll be silently smiling You're finally out the bullsh** and compiling Your style, a reason to rock it a manifesto But now obsessed yo, I said it, I confess yo And man, I know I'm too old for these kids They all be Yu-Gi-Oh, and I be Pokémon and sh**, But until my mic is broken I'll be hopin' for a hit I'm chokin' on the words, yo f** it, man, I quit (Announcer) Guzzlebot deactivation chamber deregulated Star scan has been located on the outskirts of Planet Z75. Enjoy. I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger Energy low, we five dots under Regulations tell us we gotta quit, Well these regulations don't mean sh** I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger Energy low, we five dots under Regulations tell us we gotta quit, Well these regulations don't mean sh** Just step the f** back Step the f** back and praise fate that I'm breathin' I feel like I'm leavin' my own body every time I go to sleep I wish one time that it would happen That I could leave my flesh behind and creep quietly through the street Its anonymity embodied as I float beneath the moon I stand stark naked in the desert, New Mexico, soon I flash back to World War II Yo, while I remember, made you shop for my tux s**s, lettuce f**ed me up too much, you said, "Don't worry" I hover over blurry snapshots of my life It's like memories brrrrrrrrrrr tattooed internal organs We're animals, cursed with philosophic minds Flesh with urges, behind heavy curtains It's been too long I snuggled up shivering 'til dawn I drink rasberry beer from a jar when I was happy, float on I don't wanna forget, we gotta glide It gets kinda heavy, wanna rise to the ceiling Through the roof look at my grandparents lives We all die just look up at the sky in the desert With vodka on my breath, d**h seemed like a movie I'm the third star from the right in Gemini Comets fly by, and I'm stuck in that position I'm breathin' heart beatin' not movin' not wishin' for nuthin' Not wishin' for nuthin', not wishin' for nuthin' I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger Energy low, we five dots under Regulations tell us we gotta quit, Well these regulations don't mean sh** I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger Energy low, we five dots under Regulations tell us we gotta quit, Well these regulations don't mean sh** (Nah, nah, nah dude that s**s, that whole song s**s.) Lick my bu*t, lick my bu*t, lick my bu*t, lick my bu*t (Lick whaaaaat?) Lick my bu*t, lick my bu*t, lick my bu*t, lick my bu*t (Lick whaaaaat?)