Zane - Pointless Punchlines lyrics

[Verse 1:Chapstick] Look… When it… Comes to hip-hop, you take the wrong angle No wonder the games all mangled and its not tranquil I'm getting it off my chest like a chick with her bra tangled Leaving them broken like some badly crossed ankles Squares I run circles around and I'm serving tonight I'm phat while you're just out of shape, style is perfect to bite Smarts or hotness is irrelevant to a jerk with a mic You can have 90 degrees and never really be right Now I'm a nerd, screw LaCoste, I like the Crocs alligators Last time I found “sin” I was probably staring at calculators "But that sin was simply a sine I will make quadratic paper “Curving exponentially,” wonder why I have a hater? They're “finna function,” I'm in cla** trying to solve some Talking about math problems when I tell them that I'm “on one” Nobody wanna be positive, its like an AIDS clinic But the rhythm be giving a symptom of popped mollies so I stay spitting [Skit 1: Chapstick, Cody and Zane] Cody: Dude that was too fast. Nobody is going to understand that Chapstick: Well I thought it was cool so how's that sound? Zane: It actually s**ed though. It was disappointing Chapstick: Don't talk to me that way, okay? You know how I get with my feelings Cody: Look I'm just saying that nobody our age is going to get this [Verse 2: Chapstick] This… Generation s**s and yet we're proud of all this Since Kanye dropped out of college, the crowd won't stop with... All this, but since hip-hop ran out of knowledge I've stayed in the bars like criminals or alcoholics Music stands to fall, it can't be solved and that's a problem Went from making songs on basketball to how they're “ballin',” But they're out their noggin if they think they're actually ballin' With a “w” I suppose, blind like they got damaged optics Maybe I'm blind too, where eyes should be my head is empty And the only time my vision seems to work is when I emcee Touching all senses: eyes, ears, mouth See you stink, tasteless, touch you as you hear it now Now I'm a pacifist but get violent in flows When I deal you more punches than Sylas did Joe Eating emcees, a punchlines to lunch line Don't just murder an “M” and a “C”, its the whole alphabet, what a fun time A Better Choice: Doing Emceeing For Good, Hey I Just k** Losers, Michaels Not Optimistic Pretty Quickly Ripping Stupid Tools, Unusually Valuable, Well eXcuse You, Zealous of all I'm spitting Take the first letter from each word in the last four bars I said Put them in order, thats proof I murder the alphabet These punches are foreign, they are something important And now you know I'm off the hook like I just got done with a chorus [Skit 2: Chapstick, Cody and Igor] Cody: I see what you did there. With like... The alphabet and such. That was... That was good Igor: Michael! Chapstick: Oh my... What? Igor: We're out of pizza rolls Michael! And the Tivo stopped working! Chapstick: Thats not even my... Alright third verse [Verse 3: Chapstick] Forget a smart phone, literarys the device on me an*lyzing An Alliteration And an*logies I like similes as much as the checkerboard… Of a nerd when he gets a better score than he ever gets before Gotta meet the number after 3 for sure And turn a noun into a verb because you never metaphor Bars like that you don't get, puns are too subtle Go right over your head like speeches in cartoon bubbles Come record with that rhyme scheme, you might suffer, sir I'll have you running out like a store with too many customers Look at you with your single and double syllables Thinking you're cool but I'm eating it up like "really dude?" Listen to that, this is a nine syllable rhyme scheme Wicked and bad, I'm k**in' it nightly Stickin' to fact, try getting behind me Ripping a track? Try k**ing it... Right see You couldn't k** it with a weapon drawn This rap thing? You get it wrong and you are what I'm stepping on A song of yours is what I'm never on "I heard Suburban, I'm offended dawg." They're like “he on one,” you're a peon son Check these next 4 bars, I will “P” on em' Puny Posers Pose as Puny Pricks Producing Plenty of Pride Provokes me to be Pissed Peers Pen Pathetic Poems, Peeved at my Pun rhymes Puny Percent Protected from these Pointless Punchlines Think they'd have chicks if the wealth did vanish “Yo yo yo,” like talking to themselves in Spanish I hope to be the best in cypher, intelligent writer While others get punched like paper meant for binders "Yo mato," I k** in any language, I'm there bro If “you fly,” I'll frighten you off, like hip-hop's scarecrow Forget the cash, I just wanna write bars worth pay And double the labor of most like a 16 hour work day Blow up like balloons at first grade birthdays So give me props like its a stage set, hope you enjoyed the word play