SlopFunkDust - Kenny Powers lyrics

[TyRaiD] I am your Hendrix! I AM YOUR HENDRIX!! (You are the guitar!!) The beat is my fire! Da da da daaa nanananananaaa x3 Uh uh uh uh.. uh uh Sire is my title, I require you to kneel/ Outshined is how you're liable to feel/ Rival artists' desire for survival's unfulfilled/ As far as cyphers, I'm the rhymin' darker, Fire Marshall Bill, it's why I am offered deals/ ‘Tho subsequently "turn down services"/ Like hotel custodial servants that's slavin over minimal wage with work permits/ You've never heard of this sort of malnourishment, unbridled fervor/ Circumventing deterrents, impervious I'm determined to/ Turn my Honda Accord to Bahama Resorts/ Perpetually spending checks ON APARTMENT PROPERTY'S NOT FOR ME, BOY!/ WATCH FOR DECOYS!! HIP HOP, THEY EXPLOIT, IT'S GOT ME ANNOYED!!/ YOUR ART IS A POOR AND OBVIOUS CHOICE, NOT TO BE COY!! but uh/ They can't stand it, I'm a damn savage/ I get it crackin' like the whip on "vwananaaaaaaa, Jack Bandit"/ Crash landed on a planet full of rachets/ Where the alpha males are branded by their swagger/ Generic tats and status as a rapper/ Their lackin' of romantic interaction, a sacrilege to African Diaspora/ Same clichés as usual, you "emcee's of the hour" are pathetically delusional.. Kenny fu*kIN POWERS!! / You dudes isn't nice/ My flow's a dirtier Fukushima Pipes, you ain't a shooter, you're the studious type/ How you provin' you're accruing gratuitous loot/ For "movin' the white" at a lucrative price/ Or "screwin' a slew of groupies as fly as a stewardess' life"/ "Fake it 'til you make it" 's stupid advice, YOU LOSERS CAN KISS MY GLUTEUS, TWICE!!/ AVERAGE JOE, CAP OVER MY NAPPY FRO!!/ YOU RAPPERS ARE LIKE CASSEROLE'S. I'M FAMISHED, SO YOU HAVE TO GO!!/ IF YOU'RE A RAPPER (Let It Go!)/ "My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable"/ I'm back SPINNIN' ON A BED OF COALS!!/ Pain and Anger, disdain and danger.as gifted as a Baby's Manger/ Naturalist on the Mic, I should've became an Anchor/ My scar's prevalent/ Should be chillin in a spa, with a cigar, watchin' TV like "C'mon Pelican!" (OKAY!) / I'm.. sick as the floor in the medical ward/ Swingin' the General's sword, no sense in defending your fort/ The hell did you tell to conform and bare no intelligent form?/ I'll never neglect my supporter's mental development for a check! / Welcome to Jumanji.. Lions, Tigers, and Snakes/ The Deeper I get in this music biz, the higher the stakes/