[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Pintos are dope but Hugos are even doper but Datsun's are the dopest if your in my way you get run over
My mouth is like a motor
I'm kicking a registered style but I still won't ever register to be a voter
I'm no longer dropping heat rocks
I'm dropping boulders of prehistoric lava that kills you if you try to hold it
I find the program and load it and grab a pen I'm living life like 1998 but if I was this age then
Since age 10 I've been rippin' it on Tascam straight to cassette all my school of thoughts still the greatest yet
See I'm a solid bull the difference between you and me is that you spit solid bull not even truthfully
Because I'm never kicking a rap for the average illiterate macho and the only fist you see me pumping is the fist of gonzo
I'm coming correct on my weird shit
Creepy Crawly like the creatures living inside of Touch's beard shit
[Spoken word: Terence McKenna]
"Culture – and by culture, I mean any culture, anywhere, any time – um, gives you the message that, uh, everything is humdrum, everything is normal. In other words, Culture denies experience"
[Verse 2: Touch A.C.]
Man rappers say I take the words right out they mouths
But in reality they were just too busy to take the dicks out they mouths
For long enough to allow themselves to form their own god damn sentences
Man it's Touch AKA beast hair from best hair
The rest wear faulty crowns, salty clowns, lounge upon false thrones fuck it, I for one find it suspect that motherfuckers idolize puppets
But enough with that ego shit, that freak show kilo spit that Elohim
To keep it 100 I'd rather play Mass Effect
Infiltrate or tech spec sniper the death speck
Walk around lashing out Lucifer loose techs
Reclusive and double deuce and leave your crew hexed at the same time spit it like I been true blessed
Throw spears blow smoke quote Goldberg "Who's next"
Pintos are dope but Hugos are even doper but Datsun's are the dopest if your in my way you get run over
My mouth is like a motor
I'm kicking a registered style but I still won't ever register to be a voter
I'm no longer dropping heat rocks
I'm dropping boulders of prehistoric lava that kills you if you try to hold it
I find the program and load it and grab a pen I'm living life like 1998 but if I was this age then
Since age 10 I've been rippin' it on Tascam straight to cassette all my school of thoughts still the greatest yet
See I'm a solid bull the difference between you and me is that you spit solid bull not even truthfully
Because I'm never kicking a rap for the average illiterate macho and the only fist you see me pumping is the fist of gonzo
I'm coming correct on my weird shit
Creepy Crawly like the creatures living inside of Touch's beard shit
[Spoken word: Terence McKenna]
"Culture – and by culture, I mean any culture, anywhere, any time – um, gives you the message that, uh, everything is humdrum, everything is normal. In other words, Culture denies experience"
[Verse 2: Touch A.C.]
Man rappers say I take the words right out they mouths
But in reality they were just too busy to take the dicks out they mouths
For long enough to allow themselves to form their own god damn sentences
Man it's Touch AKA beast hair from best hair
The rest wear faulty crowns, salty clowns, lounge upon false thrones fuck it, I for one find it suspect that motherfuckers idolize puppets
But enough with that ego shit, that freak show kilo spit that Elohim
To keep it 100 I'd rather play Mass Effect
Infiltrate or tech spec sniper the death speck
Walk around lashing out Lucifer loose techs
Reclusive and double deuce and leave your crew hexed at the same time spit it like I been true blessed
Throw spears blow smoke quote Goldberg "Who's next"
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