What the Flip? - bowiedagoat

Got subjects locked in my cerebral cortex On Ampex tape I'm circulating like a vortex Check out my techs that use a synonym as inspect Mentally badgering emcees with my dialect When I inject memory cell motors retrospect To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect Directed live from the 2-1-2, 7-1-8, and 5-1-6 area Throughout borough to borough, state to state, world thorough wide I ride, driving mass tracks to genocide Verbal defender, the brain infiltrator Break and fracture a sucka emcee's "structal" delegator The pen and the pad and the microphone get blessed With Nest, with ease now how I digress Brothers are getting busy grabbing Teks while I apex Verbal backshots coming without the latex Watch the caption spin as the wax begin How I'm rapping in to hit the backspin Now end first verse in the blend Herbalise to Resource done done it again Chorus (2x) One of the three the Natural R-e to the source In the b-l-e-n-d City to city (state to state) Borough to borough NYC to worldwide rock thorough See me and rhymes alike Tooth to picks Sides to kicks Chops to sticks Seas to sicks Hard Mr. Bricks Chest to Vicks Corruption to politics Sticks to stones Stones to sticks Not opposites flips Cheese to cakes Beefs to steaks Bones to breaks Decks to tapes Good food to plates Movies to dates Cities to states Odes to papes Shaking MCs off their mics like earth to quakes And now the hand of fate dealt me the higher intellect Connect verbs, dissect words down to lecterns W serves as the first repetition H lines and curves take second position A plays the third The fourth brings the T So hit two times so you get ummmmmmm One of the three Natural R-e to the source In the b-l-e-n-d Chorus (2x) My verbal attacks react to mental stimulation I'm leaving gaping contusions caused by lyrical abrasion No pausing, no waiting I play the plus and starting to get in, shining like the sun Lyrical patterns double up on the one Like the name when expose the flame I combust like aerosol or kerosene contained Deaf ears turn the conversation severed I set it off like Lateef and getting Debted, forget it, it only happens because you let it I move, swift tongue sliced crews beheaded I said it again so let the repetition end Resource and Herbaliser in the blend Chorus (4x)

What she said "How come someone hasn't noticed that I'm dead And decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready" What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy could only be idiocy What she said was not For the job or lover that she never had What she read All heady books she'd sit and prophesize It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really, really open her eyes What she read All heady books she'd sit and prophesize It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really, really open her eyes What she said "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death And I need to cling to something!" What she said "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death And I need to cling to something!"

Ay, I'm the number one in town I'm the one they keep talking about Ay, you can come at me, but I won't fight back 'Cuz I don't like to punch down Ay, I'm the number one in town I'm the one they keep talking about Ay, you can come at me, but I won't fight back 'Cuz I don't like to punch down Ay, I'm number one I'm leading the pack, yeah, I'm in the front I started my plan and I'm already done Got my eyes on the stars, eyes on the sun I've been doing this for a while, they didn't even know Had to go switch up the style, had to switch up the flow Got all of these songs in my files, when I release 'em They're gonna blow up, oh Ooh, mmm Ooh, mmm Oh, oh, ooh Ay, I'm the number one in town I'm the one they keep talking about Ay, you can come at me, but I won't fight back 'Cuz I don't like to punch down Ay, I'm the number one in town I'm the one they keep talking about Ay, you can come at me, but I won't fight back 'Cuz I don't like to punch down

(Mmm) Ooh, yeah (Mmm, ah) Ay (Ay, ay, ay) (Uh, ah, ah, grr, grr, grr) Yuh (Blaow, blaow, blaow) (Yeah, what? What?) You know I had to freestyle over Wack Jumper (Freestyle) She had to break up with her ex 'cuz he was a wack humper (What?) I'm not a human, I'm an alien, I'm a Matt Stumper (Matthew Stump) Yeah, bitch, I'm a Matt Stumper (Stump) I came out the UFO like Matthew Stump (Stump) Sheen from Jimmy Neutron looks like Matthew Stump (Planet Sheen) I'ma piss my pants like Matthew Stump (Pants-pisser) Yeah, bitch, 'cuz I'm a Matt Stumper (Stump) I feel like Matt Stump today, so I'ma piss my pants (Pants) I'ma go and hop on a flight to France (France) Bitch, I'm making so much money that I gotta hire people To help my manage my finance (That's crazy!) Uh, uh, I'ma hop in the cars, bitch (Skrrt!) I'ma fly to mars, I'ma reach for the stars One day, I'ma be a superstar (Yuh) You gon' see me on the billboards Bowiedagoat, that's me! (That's me) All these checks I'm finna cash in My phone's blowing up, my phone's flashing (Yeah) Yuh (Yuh, racks on racks on racks) (Racks on racks on racks on racks, yeah, bitch, bitch) Bitch, I'm making racks on racks on racks Stacks on stacks on stacks, recording all these tracks Getting all these plaques, bitch I'ma get them soon, but for right now I'm recording songs every afternoon, yeah But soon I'll be making money like a fucking tycoon I got the drip like a fucking lagoon Going to the stars, going to the moon, yeah (Mmm) You know I had to freestyle over Wack Jumper (Freestyle) She had to break up with her ex 'cuz he was a wack humper (What?) I'm not a human, I'm an alien, I'm a Matt Stumper (Matthew Stump) Yeah, bitch, I'm a Matt Stumper (Stump) I came out the UFO like Matthew Stump (Stump) Sheen from Jimmy Neutron looks like Matthew Stump (Planet Sheen) I'ma piss my pants like Matthew Stump (Pants-pisser) Yeah, bitch, 'cuz I'm a Matt Stumper (Stump) (Yeah, I'm a Matt Stumper) (Mmm-mmm-mmm, I'm a Matt Stumper) (I'm a Matt Stumper) (I'm not a human, I'm an alien, I'm a Matt Stumper)

(You're in my world now) (You can stay, you can stay) (But you belong to me) (Ooh, you belong to me) Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Skrrt-skrrt in a 'rari, uh-huh Pull up like Luv, Mari, huh, uh-huh Play 'em like Atari, huh, uh-huh Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh They stalking me, uh-huh They watching me, uh-huh It's like a glass house, uh-huh It's like a glass house, with a glass table I feel like Abel, with the 707 I just met an angel, but I ain't going to heaven Turning down these labels, these bitches acting like babies They need some cradles Don't come at me, boy, it's gon' be fatal I'ma pull up, uh-huh, I'ma pull up, uh-huh I'ma skrrt-skrrt in a 'rari, uh-huh Pull up like Luv, Mari, huh, uh-huh Play 'em like Atari, huh, uh-huh Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh They stalking me, uh-huh They watching me, uh-huh It's like a glass house, uh-huh It's like a glass house, with a glass table I feel like Abel, with the 707 I just met an angel, but I ain't going to heaven