[J-Deck]
Listen up!
[Verse 1: 『Tiny Dancer』]
Listening to a lesson, do not
Wander with aggression fodder
Clinching to a close one, who got
Farther with no vision? (You tell 'em)
Submission, lessen
Ascension, driven
Automation, living
Constipation, failing
All I’m saying they can’t be us cause we’re
Deus, born of Vios
“They” as in those diversified products of trends
Mend, they asymptote their
Undersized self-sense and
Undermined self-cleanse
On their mind self-lеns an
Undefined self-mеss
Guess I’ll give it a rest
Shh
Wake up in a carriage had no
Lights then, a phone-lit visage
Searching for a tree
Mangled feet Jeremy
Don’t mind me I’m just a teen
Now peep Dante drop some fiend-beams
[Hook: J-Deck]
Yasuo crits, hit you with them autumn-atic
Call us "fall guys", surprise, just like a jackbox
T-Spin’s for Tat Mok, drop in and they’re droppin’ like flies
But you still haven’t planted the spike
Turn a stirge to ash cause I can
Catch me brawling with these cantrips, can’t trip me say "ike"
Butter and gold, you already know, fly like an Elytra that's "Durag Mode"
[Verse 2: 『Tiny Dancer』]
Tango with a stirge queen (My queen)
Gnoelani payback scene
Chadzznor’s mean shirtless gleam
Dirk’s shot not looking clean (Oof)
Bottom frag like Reiny is in quiplash
Quick cash making when faking it in Fibbage 3
Seriously, these hops they murder like it’s jump kill (Fuck you)
Alien spill, push the button or else we will run out of
[Verse 3: The Tabletop Goblin]
Time to play the game with the tabletop goblin
The overseer decides your fate when you drop in
Pop in the dice, the vice that strikes twice
Roll bad and the price might be your life (Nat-20)
Shrieking bawls of the Thralls rising up with night fall
Light the pitch black dark up with a bright fireball
Making the wrong step might end with a free fall
The plight and demise being end-all, be-all
Slay the monsters, the impossible we conquer
Embark on expeditions like the great Alexander
Defiant disposition it’s a suicide mission
But we keep riding, we on a collision course
[Hook: J-Deck]
Yasuo crits, hit you with them autumn-atic
Call us fall guys, surprise, just like a jackbox
T-Spin’s for Tat Mok, drop in and they’re droppin’ like flies
But you still haven’t planted the spike
Turn a stirge to ash cause I can
Catch me brawling with these cantrips, can’t trip me say "ike"
Butter and gold, you already know, fly like an Elytra that's "Durag Mode"
[Verse 4: The Tabletop Goblin]
Hear the grind defined by the definite rhymes
No lacking allowed, classified a legitimate crime (ARRESTED)
Loop the time, but stay in the prime (Stay in it)
Leave them obsolete like slimes that can only mime (They only mime?)
To beat the past, I’ll look into the future
It's an overture all they see is a blur
All amateurs here and with these skills I hone
They see the drone but I see the kill zone
Loop the time
(Let me just step right in)
[Verse 5: Rich Reiny]
Man all these hoes can’t get over themselves (They can't)
Now listen, I wasn’t born circumcised I did it myself (Snip snip) (What the fuck?)
Yes I’m the offender, please don’t assume my gender (I'm bi-racial)
If you do, twitter make this square /ff surrender (On sight) (CANCELLED)
Please don’t compare us man, you’re just a rookie (You a bitch) (Boo)
Lookie, I’m demolishing yo cousins like my name is boogie (Marcus) (His name is Boogie!)
Tom Nook’s cranny? Dropped two band’s now I’m looking fancy (DON'T STOP)
Out with a granny, may I peek at her panties? (POP THAT PUSSY)
WAIT WAIT STOP IT, please I respect women (Oooh?) (WAIT PLEASE SIR)
I know it’s hard to believe but I got 30 pounds of linen (Dirk)
Game-time decision, I’ll just have to wack Scottie Pippen (Whack that bitch!)
I caught you slipping and you’ll always catch me simpin (Call me "Ben 10")
I got the fits to compete with Adam Sandler (Funny movie)
Plus I got the brains to understand her (Cause all my bitches ten) (He do)
Met up with tiny dancer he the enchanter (Poppy)
Brought me outta cancer now a babe bouta let me bang her (YEAH!)
Rang rang rang I swear I meant bangarang
Running over those crummy evil kids in my mustang (Vroom vroom)
I’ll dump these dumb elders with my boomer boomerang
While all my boys are screaming out DURAG MODE
[Verse 6: ln (formerly known as Lil' Fucking Dick Boy)]
So you think you can face me? HAHAHA, pathetic... YUH! (Oh shit, Dr. Mundo)
You got no life no work no job staying at home doing nothing: non essential
Look at me can’t you see flying so high, rising cause my growth: exponential
Rappin maths with a flow so fast mathematicians stop and call it logarithmic
Fields Medal winning bars so hot I get stopped on the street get asked for a quick pic (Yeah!)
Change the rap game then I change my rap name to "ln" cause I’m a natural (Too easy)
Proofs on the paper so check my solutions cause that’s how you know its factual (That's true)
But I don’t think you could understand simple arithmetic to tell 2 from 4
Can’t pass a math class to save your ass so teacher said you was out the door
So lemme educate you on this one equation
A universal constant around since creation (Creation?)
What’s me + your girl? Factor in the hotel = that’s a whole night of fun (Not my girl) (no)
Got Euler’s number in my pocket and I can’t stop it = cause I’m ln of e and I’m number 1 (NOO!!!)
Now let me school you in something more specific
We’ll move fields of study and study some statistics
You know what they mean when its mean, cause it’s your face in the dictionary
You’re just an average piece of clay with a shape like the rest look at me and it’s nothing ordinary
Even with a median lower than you I can defy every and all probabilities
A skew to the left don’t mean nothing to me at the level of my godlike ability
The 100th percentile, the cream of the crop, the best of the best, with a reason to brag
When they ask you to define the mode in my zone only one thing to tell em: DURAG
Sierra 117 it's UNSC Infinity... Cortana, status
