Dope Rhythms For Sure Lyrics & Chords By Edan

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I come strapped with metaphors, meta-sevens and meta-nines, non-penetrable metal mind
My titanium tri-cranium maintains a third brain that's dedicated to word games
My Earth frames change to adapt to the fact that time leads to an inevitable flat line
Never been a pastime better than crafting a rap line, etiquette cause a vessel to pause
And capsize federal cops, predicate stops at halftime...
The third and fourth quarter led to furthermore slaughter from the herbivore warden,
You heard the forewarning, fuck your corny recording
An assortment of 40s, and a bag of weed frames your television, ambition, and magazine aims,
Speed games, that's what freestyles are; in the province of poetics, I'm a freestyle czar with a scepter,
step to the method recollector, you catch a lecture, before you're radically ruptured, grammatical eruption
Sabbatical is taken, I educate them; they got a platter full of bacon, word!

[BRIDGE]

[Verse 2]

Now, I'm fatter on release dates, then an obese weight; cheapskate, eating a grease-laced beefsteak
Keeping the deep-space physical in a bleak place, mental tentacles tickle the pinnacle of speech made
DJ's spinning the cliched rhythms, creates tension, rev it like a V8 engine
Bending Benjamins in the pocket-wallet profitable product is possible, logical beyond-optical obstacles
Topical prototypic, knowledges show no limits, throw the scrimmage, dominated-demolished your photo-finish
Automatic thought attaching causing water damage,slaughter-silly waterlily in artificial competition
Operational fully, conversational purist, internal intergalactic vacational tourist,
True chemist, supremist like Lou Gehrig on the baseball diamond, when I face all rhymers
With a fist connection, lyric misdirection, when I put y'all's brains in a football game,
Gave 'em plenty hard times on the 20-yard line, I archive hard rhymes for any star sign in the petty Galaxy,
Any challenging onslaughts will explain bombs dropped from jet planes,
while the Air Force-ones there cause stares, warfare on ground level; the god pounds devils,
into submission, a mission of a mental beautician: destroying detrimental fruition with essential nutrition
eventual innovative invention will send them entropy physically, mentally, and existentially, it's like THAT!

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