TANUKI - Trickster God lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Low-key, the little brother spelling deceit, on some Runic alphabet sh** plotting this creed, this Credence of inordinate swindling fees got the Palpitating falterers admitting defeat no Feat for the arms of a beast with a conscience Constantly nauseous from how he spitting raw sh** Moderately salted but highly exalted Couldn't catch a break like a Kit-Kat that's wanted The fifth clasp of his wrist strap is Aurum Periodically checking the harem and Carving a marked card, with these dark arts Got a banshee charmed with a large heart Murtle Moaned cause the Basilisk Slyther'd in In the Chamber of Secrets we catching wind Flying Nimbus I ride to the very end Call me Kakarot I'll bury you with all my friends Mystical illusionary tricks from the store house Comrades pretending you're the sh** for the poor hound I'm selling out for more crowds in town 5 foot 5 but Galactic reach is in Bound to get rowdy too, calling All opponents Helen cause they marry Seuss The pen is mighty so I paint with Sword Art Quit the games to destroy the flow chart [Hook 1] Please don't call me a deity I'm just a trickster I flip words and tip clerks A picture of honor and chivalry A shape shifter a subject of scripture Spitting bitter plots cause I'm the Trickster God Probly sick and ill but the elixir's not Sitting at the top where I'm twisting thoughts Took your sister's heart cause I'm the Trickster God [Verse 2] I swear to God I'm just a trickster, mom k**ing mindless fools like a drifter mob Spinning in circles two hands on the clock I got time to announce that I got no time for the co*k-goblins scared of the rock climbing tyrants Finding a diamond in the rough now is tiring And tightening the rust on the bolt action rifling Is highly unlikely to stop the undying of My reign, a poor wanderer gets blamed When the vines of the mind are in disdain You ask me our prerogatives are misplaced When Miss Right misses life cause she give brain Forget it man, Tanuki's out of f**s to give But the rain can't dampen the ruckus when Out of courtesy the silencer is on point Pleas of despair fall on deaf ears and roll joints The van goes where the paint doesn't transpose Hop out of the ride and let the bands go I drum line on the dumb line of fan hoes Love your people but don't f** them for their damn dough Tanuki's got no yeast but he still rising No bread on the table but he still shining Silver spoon still foreign to the man, kinda But the j**els that he breathing could have fed China [Chorus 2] Please don't call me a deity I'm just a trickster, I flip words and tip clerks A picture of honor and chivalry A shape shifter a subject of scripture Spitting bitter plots cause I'm the Trickster God Probly sick and ill but the elixir's not Sitting at the top where I'm twisting thoughts Serving mixtures hot cause I'm the Trickster God [Verse 3] I got arrhythmic love for the underdogs Under watch by the hounds chained to border hogs Roasting pigs making heads turn to the ground The clout endowed sow cows are getting plowed I'd let the other fools live, but the struggle's ugly A muggle's roughly as tough as much as Seattle's sunny I'm still casting curses and I'm in the kitchen Rap game Gordon Ramsey, I ain't f**ing kidding I'm feeding on the garbage and that sh**'s delicious Chrome-plated to your temple now you bearing witness I'm staying wicked teaching spells to the clueless witches Sweeping ladies off their feet, now they catching sickness Nipping dank dreams in the bud Keeping stalk of the celery and selling blood Playing off of keys, though a Pusha, man, I never was Still I'm playing in the C cause all this white is washing up I'm pretty f**ing ill, both in rap and actually in life Dealing with the constant dizziness by writing down the why's Keeps me grounded when the clouds of Hell envelop my Entire damn existence and can sum it all inside a night So the Trickster God ain't going nowhere Tanuki is the name and now the whole world's scared Pretty damn soon, I'll turn back into a statue Waiting for the day that Charon lets me pa** through [Chorus 3] Spitting bitter plots cause I'm the Trickster God Probly sick and ill but the elixir's not Sitting at the top where I'm twisting thoughts But the wrists are clotting as the Trickster God