"Told You I Could Rap" CYPHER

[Verse 1: Gnarbro TaKa] I'm tryna be real, I'm tryna go hard My auditory cortex turns rain to a vortex Like page to the Chordettes, and I got more text Ornaments of truth to distribute in the tribute For the youth in this melody Issued for your tissue, I don't care about your melanin I don't misuse the talents I'm forsaken with I'd hop a flight to Paris just to educate the width Of my culture I'm a hippy, French fag, but in yo face, man Cut your lyrics into cartoon characters And while you rappin' narratives Can't say it's for the birds cuz all I hear is parrot chirps I've about had it with the passin' the dro Motherfucker, this is hip-hop, paddle the boat! (In case) In case you wonderin, I'm not a KKK bloke Does a Capricorn shave his head? Neither do angora goats John Jacob Astor, Titanic's upper class Died in the massacre without even gin in his glass Women and Children sit in boats with blankets 1300 plus died from an ocean's banquets (Oh dear!) This reminds me of Lil Wayne's career All I could think to do was hope you become a cashier But I'll never tip a top hat on the charts while Blankslate carves bars like a language artist [Verse 2: mr.blankslate] Wreck it like Osama been Suma Cum Laden Quantify the qualities that'll catapult catastrophes Encapsulate the catalysts and put us in menageries Dimmed down like a flashlight in need of fresh batteries You catalog and gallivant the California swag like you not a tramp But wouldn't pitch a couple bucks to buy an amp Motherfucker here I am: Spittin' all this shit on lower quality equipment But I don't really care cuz I don't need a bunch of fake-ass friends to come endorse it Doing this my own way: swim like a porpoise Repped e'm from the top of the Himalayas To the beaches down in Corpus - I'm cordial And focused on development of lyrical sources Playing with the magick: not a sorcerer Didn't understand exactly what she was until I opened her So let the Gonorrhea Games echo through the hills like an overture...