Suplexes Inside Of Complexes and Duplexes (Feat. Jay Electronica)
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Might as well introducethis is madness!this is an outrageas a matter of fact, this is outrageousyeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryerrough rider, raw bust inside a vaginalike I want kids, my head continues to be hauntedI burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby go ontake some quaaludes, conversate with Jesusbatting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruthdo as a saint do, turn painful to gracefuldevil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail[coughing] Right thereand if Mars is the farthest that man has set his targetthen I don't know why I even startedI'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do shit but consume lighttold myself, "fuck the world kid, just do what you like"go and have a food fight, start yourself a new lifeyou're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocritybut all those big words ain't gonna get you paidand those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laidyou got it made in that mad housewhat the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap nowdo what you do best, I meanthat's what you do best, matter fact motherfuckeryou suit vest, you need to buy a new dressI heard you and your girl live in a duplexI'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon westyou got a clue, what does a clue get?nothingmy milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amoremy Cinderella in her carriage by the doorwayher ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrowand the lion through the forestto the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplayremember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizardwhen he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzardnow the whole world's in color, stillhow Auntie was next of kin and not her motherreal, her face was care-wornI suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearbornand had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of Year Onemr. Candyman, the parables parabolicthe poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiasteslightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tabletthe Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the malletand yell "hear, hear", finally some order to this rap shitfinally some sort of water to soil these cracked lipsI keep my shit crispy and elegantso miss me with the irrelevant, the god body is heaven-sentthe hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byfordbrother of Fal, every rhyme's halalevery line is kosher, livin' la vida locashout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to
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Suplexes Inside Of Complexes and Duplexes (Feat. Jay Electronica)Mac Miller
Might as well introduce
this is madness!
this is an outrage
as a matter of fact, this is outrageous
yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer
rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina
like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted
I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby go on
take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus
batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth
do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful
devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail
[coughing] Right there
and if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
then I don't know why I even started
I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do shit but consume light
told myself, "fuck the world kid, just do what you like"
go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life
you're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
but all those big words ain't gonna get you paid
and those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid
you got it made in that mad house
what the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now
do what you do best, I mean
that's what you do best, matter fact motherfucker
you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west
you got a clue, what does a clue get?
nothing
my milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore
my Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow
and the lion through the forest
to the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay
remember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard
when he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
now the whole world's in color, still
how Auntie was next of kin and not her mother
real, her face was care-worn
I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn
and had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of Year One
mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic
the poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet
the Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet
and yell "hear, hear", finally some order to this rap shit
finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips
I keep my shit crispy and elegant
so miss me with the irrelevant, the god body is heaven-sent
the hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford
brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal
every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca
shout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to
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