Tantu Beats - NoVEMbER-18 lyrics

Dreaming, thinking, of blinking one more time for surgery Show courtesy to doctors, or they'll take you out verbally The Voyager flying past Saturn, what's the matter? That it took us a whole hundred years to find the Sun's disaster The masters of the galaxies paralysis on malices With lethal injection, families get hectic and depressive Or with the shock of volts, rock the ghosts, most bolts bolt boldly Control patrol rolly polly mostly roll slowly There's a fall leaf, all brief but vision's missionary Extraterrestrial militaries wicked scary Legendary independent powerhouses get powdered out I'm out and about my life of strife and roundabouts, now I shout To try to get my mom home, microphone bo*er Stoning older, colder, roller coasters over your shoulder Solar motorboats open frozen explosive hidden emotions Tantu, banter, Mansa Musa Medusa, oooh, son, juice and cool watch I'll watch you dodge life's strikes, and ooh my The third Noob's eye loses continued bullseye Most relaxing applicable attractions like Dubai NoVember is out there No winter is drought bare So ember amounts pairs Of coals for defenders, members out here Lazy rapping like I'm freestyling on a couch Sometimes I think I'll turn into a slaughterhouse My mind paints gracefully like Waterhouse You're so stupid, you put your dick in a river otter's mouth A downside to everything exists, even lyricism Isn't instantly all the great when you hit em They accuse you of being un original, whimsical And physically subliminal into you, my takeover is mythical Ethically wrecking you, nebulae can't get with me Own genre, weird hop, like it's an entity No cure for this mental disease, like a remedy f** KingBone, I'm my own worst enemy Every time I get my education no one's into me The white girls flat and they way too friendly The black girls hot, they'll run you over like an M3 So I'm just alone, microphone in hand sends me To another planet, other hand it to the greatest Shout my war cry and spear heads like a Native American barely air again when the cops shoot I'm a rusty, old piece like I'm not used Universal groove, Earthly too Is it the land of the Free? or the Fake? I'm so confused Rub my chest for 6 minutes like my soul is bruised You really think you better than me? I am so amused No one in the Milky Way of titties better I keep my mama warm like a sweater Did you get the letter, bonehead? Now let me apply pressure I'll deliver, bars, bars, bars, bars, to whoever Found the old LilFinesse, his head I severed Then the new one approached, like a raft in bad weather Brought the whole community together Now I still k** the mic like it was my money-hungry brethren Questioning my essence, I'm better online than in real life Crazy like a commercial for Old Spice More stupid than kids who try to heal mice Some of RapPad critics say that I appeal thrice I apologize that I'm hard to find Like you lost a f**ing cartridge, cry, pa** the bars To the next generation of hip hop heads, starting with me Sharp as bark on a tree, come to NoVEMbER Eighteen