Timbuktu (of Backburner) - Silent Stylin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Mad Dukez] Weak teams try to micromanage, but we the macro Capturin' the minutes and time without a capsule Feelin' like we shine from the head, but no destro Most cats dimmer and softer than love, xo Yes, goin' from me is a good plot Straight shot up to ascension and reachin' the top spot Still will fresh k** it, steppin' with Ghettosocks From the hood to the blocks, we crackin' em like locks Whatever, it's all hot You can like it or not Cookin' fishy type rappers, smell like trout in a pot Never actin' so the cast never made up of props A lot realer than the primetime you s**as will watch But, tryna king on the checkerboard then Im ridin' in I'm a young lion who's tryin' applied sciences Spittin' like a tyrant who's silent but still stylin' it Walkin' fine lines of heroes who ooze vileness [Verse 2: Ghettosocks] Ive been climbin' up these ladders Jacob Tryin' to give these lames an Axel Rose Face lift Goin' back to primary school Basic Just to recline and let my legs stretch out Spacious No more favors, my patience is past due You wanna rescue the princess? Well that's cute We Fresh k**in' the map with Mad Dukez Cold kickin' it, under the water like Das Boot Not a stranger to the ways of the world, my words true I wrote a poem and fed it to the whirlpool Judgin' by the way that you act, it's all luck Watch me drizzle on the facts like Jackson Pollock Lackin' oxygen, we survivin' the tour I'm rockin' moccasins don't mock the flock we Idle No Mor While ya'll was piggy-backing tracks like you Diddy Kong I'm with a feminist giggling to 'Lil John [Verse 3: Timbuktu] From the windows, to the walls Never ever said my team has seen it all But we set it off We got game, got it like nadal, on some Socrates, Plato, Aristotle laws Lobbin molotovs Slaughterin' the brawl Down with the autobots you 'bout to be recalled No apologies, promisin' we never do no wrong Hippocrates, drop emcees deep in Vietnam It's a nightmare on my street, yeah you know the song We got the ego, plus we read the necronomicon Bruce Campbell, Bruce Banner, fan of Genghis Khan You parakeets can't tango, even tag along The vagabond king cat building camelot with the grammar the syntax and the an*log Abandoning spaceships, crash the planet rock Damage your knot, with Mad Dukez, damn we got it locked