[Intro: Nameless]
Yo
You know how we do
[Verse 1: Nameless]
A Calvinist with Hobbes ideals
Predestined to be a cartoony Leviathan the mobs will feel
Inspire wins like a young John Madden then
Rob the field, leaving moms congealed
[Verse 2: Loaf]
Child of the golden field north region
Cretin to some who aren't eating
When rum and coke control my summer season
August trees in the early breeze and
Summer time cheesing, from wheezing
What's the reason?
For rolling doobies on Billie Jean
Can't function from suction on nicotine
Or Dollar Menu greases
If it pleases the king may I complete my thesis
In this Buddha lighting festival
Beaming to celestials:
Beings with the over-sized testicles?
[Verse 3: Nameless]
Blessed the fools half stepping with glass weapons
I boss like King Crule, you losing–I, winning
Outwitting Djinns and netting unlimited wishes
Y'all timid commissions fishing for fish scale
Frail cliques wishing my mission wasn't so strong armed
Harming Impaling impaling 'em, like Vlad
But never Barnum & Bailey 'em
Glad rap but still Heisman a rapper
Leave 'em like Thiesmann, Vince Young
Steve McNair–dare to run sprints, son
Their fates had other plans, my plate:
Smothered yams, cornballs, and engineered beef
Because you are what you speak
But I ain't twins, peers, or leak
What I eat, you ain't seeing mirages
Your bitch look like she apple bobbin'
Apple bottoms on the floor, you sobbin'
Heart throbbin', hit her Apple–she pressed ignore
Yo Loaf, what she pressed for?
[Verse 4: Loaf]
Blonde whores, Ford explorers, and fourties
(If looks could kill, she'd be Jason Voorhees)
Cigarette ash getting caught on my glasses
Discarding trash in the back, kids packed
With the ad libs, and pudding packs
Stored the in the file labeled admin
For the absence sipping absinthe
Cathing heaties, August breeze
Puff vernacular, contestants facing Galaga
Crackers with Respect in the Acura
Black lacquer, a flat rapper gets dap
Dappered up, laugh it up, or swig laxes
Storing hashes in candle waxes
And sip of the sapid amber chalice
Makes my sporadicity sporatic
[Verse 5: nameless]
Your world is ecclesiastic and plastic
Worst fear Twitter harassing or bad acid
Dagnabit, try evolving
You level one a stalling, I should know
I flaunt a Darwinian beard
Got Amish hooked on my phonics
Praying to me, slaying a lean
Sardinian seer, hard hitting and weird
You head scratching, bread lacking
I fast with the hunger of Burkina Faso
Yo teeny nozzle, lays docile, passe like Petey Pablo
Or new New York, punish with Contrapasso
Leaving trust fund babies homeless lately
With no spoon or fork, do you lampoon Bjork?
Sure sounds like it, don't mic it
Play the Basson sport
No devious plots, cream of the crop
Tying fiends inta' knots, got amoebas to bop
No doubt–I am hip hop
Cased dismissed, bring in the dancing lobsters
Digital, pivotal flow heavier than the pants of Hoffa
See yo bitch, Lancelot her
But still a king author
[Verse 6: Loaf]
This the worst in it, inverted purge
Of gold tinted, leave the third squinted
My works written for earth tenets
Affected nerves, witness the scourge of all fitness
With the curb bitten
You can call that a slurred finished
Their words leak lies, we forge
Sloppy copy rendered b sides
On the east side, non deprived
They couldn't rock the house if it were Seaside
Plead minds to alter faults and
Realize their altars is false
When all hope is loss
I count my losses
[Verse 7: Namless]
From Slauson to Zanzibar
We perform and damage bars
You might try and mismanage ours
But this ain't for no half wits
This Flagship, the new rap clique
We beat Jason to the Golden Fleece
And we roll out blunts in 24 carat golden leaf
(Peace.)
