Rhyme & Reason - Find Us lyrics

[Intro - Tommy T] Find Us Midnight we rhyme cuz Late Night The bus won't show up Fund us midnight we rhyme cuz Late Night The bus won't show up [Verse 1 - Tommy T] Late 28's mean great displacement Wrote dope rhymes when sick of waiting No predictions, J said “awful” My fossils will house chicken and waffles Girl with an accent lavish damsel Bad convo she dropped the anvil “So yeah I live in the Marina” It takes three transfers just to see her Sheltered kids end up helpless and selfish Wealth is in the eyes of the sales pitch b**h I'm lifted and gifted like Christmas Spit wisdom but sh** no one's listening I thought about this on the bus to civic A fine young honey gotta cop them digits It's simple sugar lick monosaccharides Sick acronyms are just the half of him My power lines keep cribs connected Rig elections to keep kids infected Whoah, how am I the a**hole? When I watch Mad Men I miss black folks My rap used to be a bad joke This is dead weather damn right I'm that cold As far as I know, the bus driver's at home We're out here in the cold Headed home to a hot box sun Dude, I think the bus just co*k blocked us [Verse 2 - MC Dask] Yo it's that cat Dask He's sicker than Hazmats, lacking a gas mask Cracking a lab flask of Anthrax So if you try to egg me on like Ovaries I'm gonna let this battle be over easy So cheesy, you scramble to find the sunny side Like an Optimist or an autobot 'cause I got a lot of what you ought to plot to stop HA,'cause I drop heavy bars like weight lifters Who's spotter is not a great listener Yea, I'm the new dude Who comes equipped with a handy dandy note book, Blue Clues You'd need a master to capture this ba*tard Like a mewtwo who could bruise you So I wouldn't try him The man rhymin with a sly grin on his face while rhymin Ya this man'll dismantle cheats like a scandal And handle a hand full of ample samples to trample Or straight up burn like a candle [Verse 3 - Sammy J] Awwww Homie I got cha songs are fat like opera Smoked out I pop off like cheap vodka I strike out like bowling you strike out like baseball When the mics out I bite down and erase ya'll On point like a pencil I'll erase what you say If you speaking guns and skrill then you'll pay for what you spray b**h you don't even have the will or grace to be gay Just embrace that your lame, I speak at a paces that's insane Ain't no place in the game for fools that grip the mic when they hand hurts Chillin wit k**ers talking bout spacemen and cures to cancer Damn you STILL asking are we human or are we dancer? Your bugging me wit your questions now you look like an answer Yo, pimp, pimpin, homie, dog, man, sir Your daughters looking fly and I'm trying to land her So let us know if you want your beats dismantled My crew taunts shinning like thunder in the sky kid Now the way I'm dressing got em wondering if I live On a ranch in a hidden valley on a thousand islands So even at my vigil when your man is deceased Mother f**er, you still don't hold a candle to me