[Verse 1: Cerebral Slake]
Slake
Wiz Khalifa brings his nose when the boy spit
Put my rhymes in shit, NDLEA dogs will rush it
My lyrics speak volumes and so homie I've lost it
I've got a frontal lobe, sorta like a flipping moshpit
First track I ever spat on best believe I murked it
When I left the producer called to say that I'm wanted
Stating that I left more ashes than a million blunts lit
And the mic, I left in flames, oh yeah dude it's haunted
Got dissed dropped four lines, rapper never responded
Your guеss is as good as mine, that brother is despondеnt
How he thought he could defeat C-Slake is beyond me
Tore up his rhyme book, good riddance he caused it
Opposition? Crushed it
Left stinking, unbrushed teeth
'Cause where I'm standing lyrically, rappers cannot sit
You don't wanna face me I'm like Cara the Mord Sith
Shock you and then torture your will, this is boss shit
[Chorus]
Hello
Excuse my French but I'm a pissed off kid
I recognise I'm past the level of this hip hop shit
I don't even notice dropped jaws when I rip off kings
Y'all need to GTFOH with your weak offerings
Hello
Excuse my French but I'm a pissed off kid
I recognise I'm past the level of this hip hop shit
I don't even notice dropped jaws when I rip off kings
Y'all need to GTFOH with your weak offerings
[Verse 2: J.O]
I'm back though
Started from the bottom with the rap slow
Hard flow
Still painting that picture like Picasso
Pablo
You niggas ??? Castro
I've got the game shook, Fidel Castro
Deep in the flow I'm skinny dipping
Try'na stack paper taller than Scottie Pippen
Still sipping Dom P
And penning bars I'm in prison
Spit prison, raising the status quo
You can't reach it
That's vivid
Cold flow and y'all try'na beef
???
Told you all I'll be back to kill it in a minute
Mehn, I mean it I mean I meant it
Fuck that
Huh
Designed in the image of Messiah
You funny vets gotta rest, huh, Richard Pryor
Rest in peace to the on this beat
I'm a beast
Spitting out
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Leave you resting in peace
Peace
[Chorus]
Hello
Excuse my French but I'm a pissed off kid
I recognise I'm past the level of this hip hop shit
I don't even notice dropped jaws when I rip off kings
Y'all need to GTFOH with your weak offerings
Hello
Excuse my French but I'm a pissed off kid
I recognise I'm past the level of this hip hop shit
I don't even notice dropped jaws when I rip off kings
Y'all need to GTFOH with your weak offerings
[Verse 3: Cerebral Slake]
A mic plus a doubter is my favorite recipe
My bars would be the wind to get you off a thinking precipice
Please hold your beef, we'll knock your doors and request bars
Good luck staying alive when you injest ours
Word pellets hit adjacent, cut right through the spine
Make sure you can't stand me, Cerebral wheelchair your mind
Stack the stash in my heart, my favorite treasure chest
Disconnect my head, sub-conscious never let a brother rest
Ripping through mentalities, lights out on the ignorance
Lyrical Shabazz, my pores suffer the bitter rants
Obliterate a cynic with the lyrics of a god MC
Beal, picture me with my dome on a Ford
Too twisted for the regular, advanced for the medulla
These words transcend realms, even though that they secular
In line to be among the greats, my mind is somewhere lost in space I'm conversing with UFOs, there's just too much shite on my plate
[Outro: Cerebral Slake]
My thought patterns are full of shit Einstein would never think
Send Nikola Tesla to clinics, Titanic minds will sink
I'm Michelangelo when I fresco my mind's work
Sculpting shit better than Phidias, that's a mind fuck
I've been rejected, they said that I'm too effing complex
They need an Average Joe to rap for dumb people or talk sex
I mess up the minds of the best without even trying
My psychological warfare will have a killer dying
