Rap Protection Prayer Open Mike Eagle
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[Intro]
Note the trees cause the dirt is temporary
More to mine than fact face Name and monetary
Beat the skins and let the loose lips kiss you clean
Quietly pour out like light, Like light when answering
Cross the street from the storefront cemetery
Hear me hailing from inside and realize I…
[Hook 1]
May the universe strengthen my character
So when it's deep I can be a submariner
Hope I never have to keep me a derringer
Cause I would challenge everybody like I'm Aaron Burr
[Verse 1]
If you see me wearin' ferret fur
And a herringbone
Wearing cologne
Made of grizzly bear pheromones
I fell victim to the smell of the marigolds
Disregard what I yell in my baritone
Let alone falsetto
I'm nervous in the booth hittin' notes all ghetto
Trying to hit that next so-called level
But my flow talk tastes like a low salt pretzel
(And my Mohawk's special)
It's an excellent punk aesthetic
But mine's orange
So the rest of 'em lump together
Ask Vibe, I'm the best of the sunken treasure
Right next to Kid Fresh and his hunting feathers
Note the trees cause the dirt is temporary
More to mine than fact face Name and monetary
Beat the skins and let the loose lips kiss you clean
Quietly pour out like light, Like light when answering
Cross the street from the storefront cemetery
Hear me hailing from inside and realize I…
[Hook 1]
May the universe strengthen my character
So when it's deep I can be a submariner
Hope I never have to keep me a derringer
Cause I would challenge everybody like I'm Aaron Burr
[Verse 1]
If you see me wearin' ferret fur
And a herringbone
Wearing cologne
Made of grizzly bear pheromones
I fell victim to the smell of the marigolds
Disregard what I yell in my baritone
Let alone falsetto
I'm nervous in the booth hittin' notes all ghetto
Trying to hit that next so-called level
But my flow talk tastes like a low salt pretzel
(And my Mohawk's special)
It's an excellent punk aesthetic
But mine's orange
So the rest of 'em lump together
Ask Vibe, I'm the best of the sunken treasure
Right next to Kid Fresh and his hunting feathers
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