Sixth Sense - Styrofoam lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I'm trying to find time, to find that fine line between A rhyme you can catch the first time And the kind that makes you press rewind My words climb your spine and reach your brain stem My speech is the drained phlegm from thoughts defined It's far from plain when that lame Weak sh** you bought ceases To give you listening pleasure Remember we can get together Lyric for earic can last forever Just let me know when you need it I cause tremors in jaws of all stupid, super-heated airheads Because their ego gets depleted, y'all should have cheated I gnaw on flaws you when my teeth hit the skin The bone of your flow is wrapped in You'll no longer be conceited Believe or leave it my friends so be it you couldn't even Pretend you were hollow, you're full of bull pee, sh**, and puke You keep following a trend that'll end tomorrow I can sense your sorrow. I levitate above a heavy-weight And drop a mental car load to scar skulls You'll get ate up, straight up, like lines in a bar code Yo man don't wait up the sun won't come out so can I borrow Your dome for a night? So we can get stoned on the mic With Styrofoam in your pipe? Make sure you're smoking it right [Hook] See we are not your average B-boys with that Mindless, spineless, rhymeless, beatless, scratchless, weakness That kids have adapted while blinded and distracted by the ma**es My task is to destroy the weak noisy plastic Styrofoam that calls itself hip-hop (“it calls itself what?”) it calls itself music (“why would you call..”) Man you call that hip-hop? sh** you must be Styrofoam influenced [Verse 2] Now there's styrofoam cups, coolers, plates they make it in chunks To encase electronic waste some use it as base It's a great way to escape Others just like the taste or something, that's fake I hear it on everybody's tape in totally different shapes For goodness sakes admit this sh** was a mistake to create It pollutes the hip-hoxygen we intake, and then takes up space Gets all in your face with one hand it can break. After the race You're rewarded with a styrofoam frosted cake Whats the “holy moly” in your trophy case? They sell the foam at target It's in the walls of your home apartment. It insulates It's in every single state, it left Mother Nature raped It's cousin is a plastic blow-up doll you can call for a date It's always been lightweight, one day my partner laced his joint with some When he inhaled his joints got numb and he started to twitch and shake His mental was disa**embled, body resembled an earthquake That's when I decided to take my time to rhyme and erase the Un-biodegradable innovations lacking imagination and staking paper By the crates. I'll do it physically through the symphonies Composed by me and abilities, suppose we fail we'll birth the phone Facilities and ruin every music industr- [Hook] -y are not your average B-boys with that Mindless, spineless, rhymeless, beatless, scratchless, weakness That kids have adapted while blinded and distracted by the ma**es My task is to destroy the weak noisy plastic styrofoam that calls itself hip-hop (“it calls itself what?”) it calls itself music (“I don't get it, why..”) Man you call that hip-hop? sh** you must be styrofoam influenced [Verse 3] I make civilians smile Keep my unique sk**s and pals I gotta million styles and I'm a billion miles from reach The illest child is me Sending you rhyming Millie Vanillie's to Gilligan's Island I'm an adolescent at the peak of my aggression I teach a battle lesson With each session I twist intestines it's depressing You leeches needed something to attach to, so you found a Styrofoam microphone in the trash, when you rap I smash backs And collapse caps with an abstract word task pa** the nerds and dunce caps I run laps make rappers shatter quicker then gla** clippers on tap dancers Answer to that I treat losers like tumors of cancer they can cut off my nut sack What's that? This kid is slicing men. I leave you froze, Eyedea was chose to throw boat flows cause I'm cold as liquid nitrogen I rip the mic again and bust a second nut Would you like that in your styrofoam cup Punk, what, Just, shut the f** up. I'm feverish the reason is: MTV and BET it's really unbelievable but even though your people Are intrigued by how much dough they make it's styrofoam It's plastic and I'm here to let you know it's fake! [Hook] We are not your average B-boys with that Mindless, spineless, rhymeless, beatless, scratchless, weakness That kids have adapted while blinded and distracted by the ma**es My task is to destroy the weak noisy plastic styrofoam that calls itself hip-hop (“calls itself what?”) it calls itself music (“you call it what?!..”) Don't call it Hip-Hop. Don't call it Hip-Hop