A.E.O.N. - Gradient

I put raw spitters in hospitals

Make war and it’s not civil

Nah, they say I’m fruity

Watch this star burst when I got Skittles

Taste the rainbow and make the flame grow

I hate the fake and don’t say the same flow

Keep the bass low and make a name

When I turn a phrase like a vertebrae

‘Cause I’m back

It’s a big disaster for the pricks and bastards

I pick the crass words and spit ‘em faster

You can hear it when it’s mixed and mastered

So easily

This game I’m controlling

I’m not on Molly (Weasley)

J.K.

Rolling.

Wanna spaz on a track when the savage is back

That ravenous rap?

I’m the master of that

Don’t act like I never told you

So bad that I’m good like Birdemic and Troll 2

Show me what you’re gon' do

Stay cheesy like fondue

But I’ll placate the fun kids

When I make hasty s

Then say lazy dumb shit

So fuck your assumptions

Square in my roots

Like logarithmic functions

Just quoting the facts

And I know that you’re wack

You’re alive but you’re dead like Schrödinger's cat

Yo, when I’m ripe you can bite me, like a vegetable

I might be slightly intellectual

I’ll stick ‘em with an IV, medically gonna inject ‘em

With a chemical, they’re so ineffectual

My etiquette is energetic hit ‘em with a better bit of

Elegant and effortless lyrics, whoa

But never would I wanna let a little bit of arrogance

Ever effect what you’re hearin' yo

On a song I’m rude

But when I’m home then I’m often cool

And I still love you enough to hug you to death

Up at Carleton too, chicka chicka chick

Gradient

Creationists say I’m eloquent with rhyme clearly

It’s 'cause my music proves intelligent design theory

Awesome eclectic and often neglected

Wrong kid to mess with, rockin' the best shit

Your awful inflections are causin' a head spin

Cost me some meds when I bought some Excedrin

Awesome eclectic and often neglected

Raw with the message, lost in perspective

They all disrespect this, stop and accept it

Awesome eclectic and often neglected

Killin' the beat is my philosophy

I’m awfully close to a product of Watsky, Kant, Tupac and Socrates

Commonly stompin' these boring commoners, I’ll hop on a raw beat

And make a war monger out of Mahatma Ghandi

And steal all your fans who were

At the show to see you rappin', now they’re absent like Bueller

I take you as seriously as a comic sans humor

And see through your shit like a hologram sewer

I’m annoyed by the wack rap often

Yappin' in the trap crap then I put you back in a coffin

Didn’t anybody ever wanna hear you rap since

Back when the Ducks played in the Pac 10

You’ll never see me in a sports car

But they chant «Ay ay ay!»

like they’re reading my report card

Y’all rappin' ‘bout hogwash, fellas

My lyrics paint a picture makin' Bob Ross jealous

Started from the bottom now I’m Hiura, still a peon

But beyond a fleeting phase, rockin' for an aeon

I write punches that hit harder than right punches

Destroy the track then take my mom out for a nice luncheon

You could never be a cunning street linguist

My grandma raps better and she doesn’t speak English

I’m running these lyrics that elicit death

I’m the reverse of what you thought like cough syrup made from crystal meth

Yo, I gotta catch a breath

But when I’m shakin' up the game, I’ll erase you

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