[Intro Acumental] Now, listen Bullshit! Yeah, no, I hear a lot of requests But were not gonna play bullshit [Verse 1 ProbCause] Yeah, Prob C, you know the recipe I get down and dirty, never down and out, you dig? No need for word of mouth Turn them out, Ill synth these horns And show them what its all about Talking bullshit, call you out Had a couple falling outs Probably for the better, leave em bitter cause Im balling out Bonafide, smoking rye Put my flow in overdrive Take the scenic route cause if I dont Ill fall asleep behind The wheel and Im feeling drowsy The skys a little cloudy Itll clear up, cheer up, rear up now So stop with all the doubting Rerouting and go to the top of the mountain The scenery make my pen flow like a fountain And I really wanna take that trip but I rode too long Just gotta pass through And at the end of the day Im making my way, it aint nothin new Uh, but no GPS Im underfunded and dysfunctional like CPS Despite the forks in this road, chill, we be blessed Cause any time I overheat the beats relieve stress So Im chillin [Verse 2 Acumental] Check it out Yo, Im like Anton Chigurh, Ill pop your lock with a bolt pistol Ac is a rogue missile Bad to the bone tissue Its Bill and Ted meets the Living Dead, Im pestilent You test me and Ill slip the head of Mr. Ed up in your bed Mafioso, wilin as I rock the rowboat Smiling with a Budweiser and a shot of SoCo Soar past in a luchador mask Play flugelhorn brass, knuckles whooping your ass You could find Ac huffing glue before class Im a certified member of the uniformed staff Its the fatuous hooligan, acting a fool with it Leaving young bloods laying on their backs in a pool of it, uh Ac is a lunatic, I prove it on the regular Maneuver through communities Stupify the neighborhood, yeah Im Daryl Dixon with the arrow, bitch A parasitic pharaoh spitting diction more sadistic than DeNiro flicks Keep serpentining to the words Im rhyming Ac is manifested perfect timing As galactic as the Earths alignment Feels like Im trapped on a deserted island rationing my herb supply And laughing as I grapple with the burning climate An active carcinogen, rambling gibberish Term and Ac surpassing the limit Yo, thats how were living it We on fire like Pryor with the passion of Kinison P Squares, ProbCause stay attacking you simpletons [Verse 3 Terminal Knowledge] I gargle water at its boiling point, gargle motor oil Got the heart of a soldier marching on foreign soil Hardly the poster boy of metaphysical poets I just need a mental image to focus Avoiding selfdiscipline, toy with a felt tip pen Til hells risen then delve into it Toll to the bells, hear them ringing And the burnt sulfur and flesh Is more than reminiscent of the smells in my kitchen Told em, Teach, I dont work at home unless the beat bellows Word is born, Turkish Gold turn my teeth yellow See from the street level, scream like a tea kettle Appreciate it, but Ima need yall to keep mellow Then I make em shout loud as it can be Take the stage, put the crowd in a frenzy A wandering gypsy Cough out clouds like a chimney Playing kowtow til youre whimsy Go ahead, keep fucking with me Im Bob Brown and you Whitney, pow pow to the kidneys Got a compound in the windy, bow to the city Migrate downtown in a jiffy Jamming like a bottleneck, Agkistrodon copperhead Spit venom, leave the mic stand soppin wet One second youre alive, rotten flesh the next Locked in a box with a hollow chest Im blessed to be alive, to be a corpse Its Prob C and the Ordinary Dogs, yall Palmer Squares in the motherfucking place to be
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