The humdinger
Champion Unseater
flow bipolar;
hi-lower
sub-tweeter
so sick with it I kick it like Son Chiba
so slick with it I flip it like drug dealers
and yes, my 16s sweet like young divas
flow over 2 16s like one liter
stay spitting 'M 16s like gunslingers
and I'm ...
look
I'm thiiird person.
Crack open your minds eye recognize mines
the thiiird one,
I am the second father’s first son,
I am the crest beyond the reservoir that gets the water worked up-
Betcha bottom dredger I’ll emerge
under earth dug rumble ready,
huddle heavy up in the lurch perch heckle hustle,
pebble rubble peppers the shirt grubby muddy messy,
when sudden pressure lurk a lung burp a resin bubble,>
but he’s never humble >>>
the tall dark sheep of the flock cream of the crop,
I baa baa bleat to the knock keeping it hot
I walk hall seething and jot seeping the clock til
My dog bark feet finna pop need a new sock,
Like ‘aw darn I ballparked cheap but it’s not’
Let’s pawn all heat from the shop, sweeten the pot
My song’s on repeat in your car? Keep it in park breathe in the bars don’t reach for the aux that beat’s gonna drop and it’s me...
I’m MC3PO (3po)
One man Wolfpack caliber tactics I got this,
How many times you defeat me ZerCall me Black GalifianakisYou ain’t a conscious rapper if you slept on me! Now get ready cuz this is God tier— the definition of top gear
I am not you. I am not from this planet
My skill’s like my complexion, it’s not fair
Ain’t going to shows I trade flows in repose and stay focused
ain’t locally known I lay low in my home and blame covid
But take note of this growth; I changed hopes into goals and gained closure,
I’ll gain hold of this code, then trade quarters and go til it’s game over
Crack open my pried mind it’s high time- to find light- let it shine back like hind sight,
Define hype rewind track supply rap til five mics refine that til it rhymes right
I— might switch up the flows If I’m disposed,
ride my rhythmic roads– brick em in gold,
drive by whichever quotes were hitting most,
Folks, we’re gettin close.., O’s up in my bowl peep the
auteur bender with spoon ready to go pursue peppers and toast
orange juice express from the grove,
According to some boring dudes in professional coats, i’m balanced breakfast to go,
and i’m a damn SNACK
Effortful growth veteran craftmatic
yes I’m a rap addict best you should know I rock and I’m that Crack,
I see you nodding in your dad’s van
“jesus that’s hot” Yeah! So don’t reach for that aux! slap your own hand back like
*slap*
(bad fan!)
If my spit is indicative of my sickness then listen to what my visage is dripping it’s
(Gobstopper your jaw drops when I get in your face)
I’m So fly you might have to swat me. My dope lines-
(My filibuster is a grill adjuster, my skill’ll fluster)
I’m kinda like Kanye in reverse cause my beats
(you’ll get combusted by the quill eruption)
because my beats are ok but I’m great with a verse
I’ll spit it over and over until you’re over it
Ain’t going to shows I make flows in repose and stay focused
Ain’t locally known I lay low in my home and blame covid
But take note of this growth; I changed hopes into goals and gained closure,
I’ll break out of my mold and trade chorus to flow
It’s GAME ON little
chinny chins time to fall off drop’s imminent, got yall medicine, lockjaw liniment,
Crocstar giving you that raw raw penmanship
dungeon drampa blowin hogwash hinges in,
If ya think o cop cars kindling
And you’re antinazi then you’re not my nemesis,
I been blockin all- “All Lives” bigoted,
I do not give a shit yall can stop listening
Hold up, lesson one, do not engage
The fourth wall is not the facade that I gotta break
I’m behind a shade, shadow puppetry on display
But it’s all a myth, pepper sniff, I’m Mark Payne>>
Oh snap! I left my kid on “playin with false hope”,
my dark days could shock most I
bought- poles,
And god dang it let that aux- go it’s not over!
I’m Joshing you, 3 is a lot that’s all folks.
Respond. echo bravo.
Thiiird yearns to burst free from the cerebral
Walk in the spot with astonishing swagger
But that don’t matter though, Because the moment that Island, Galapagos
You heard perfect lines witnessed
earth bursting rhymes
handle talk like I’m bad at ball
I’m a Real lyrical humdinger
I bring it straight to you, I don’t take it behind the back at all
fucking up sixteens religiously Rumspringa
Reach for the auuuuux woody voice
How could you not smell that pepper
Damn mister deejay that shit was fire
Are you my real stepdad?
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I love this album so much. So many perfect songs to fit all of the jaw dropping moments from this arc. Especially the diary of sheriff isaak. What a banger. fishfeets
