Come On - Grayskul

Yeah

Serotonin saliva

Cross bred with the wicked of men and God’s lighter

Fly high or die, D-I-Wi-Fi rules the sky so I comply

Never quit dick, Clark Kent shit

Lois Lane that I paid your arrhythmic

Sloppy pigment ign’ant

It’s just a mater of arithmetic

Witness the chemist the sick pit

I manage the pen and I’m quick wits

Like my dick is to your bitch lips

And you think I’ma give a shit?

You right

I might just dump a thick brick in your crib, Goodnight twice

Cause I can give two shits, the kids nice

I’m ruthless and ill wit' it, Eric Wright

I’m apparently very dope, mean when I grip the mic

I’m like an overdose of dopamine, hold on for dear life

Excellence is implemented every time we enter

Any booth, we Ferngully sabretooth

Let it consume you become the exorcism move dude

Survive the exorcism, Now you’re wearing Moon Boots

Plant the flag and Instagram it

Or fabricate a portrait of accomplishment to show people that you advantaged

Only the land win

Coast to coast still clear and you accept that we the only one still standin'

Got a six figure track to hit 'em wit'

Some classical syllable spit acid, ribonucleic fashion

'Till every ligament in your body is burned to ashes

No need to ask «Who is he?»

after this you disaster

Turn your jewels to molasses, laugh at you when you’re blasted

Staple some fake lashes, lame and you ain’t crackin'

But here’s a sample of eight straight to the crafted

Titans in Hades' basement with lightning hittin' the masses

Michael and Jeffry murder everything

Bring it back to life, prepare it for reentry

NASA slimeball fire for the fuse hair

Diagnose that’s the chosen why are you here?

Ain’t it fuckin' clear right fuckin' now

Why I fuck around?

Fucker just get down

Real rap juice, real rap dudes

Paper boys on that bike with the good news

Come get it, Let it infest your mind like a sedative

Embed it, lettuce, though of divine and let it live

Your debted, wetted, hollow tech nines and we let 'em rip

Who knows what I’ll fish when I leave this recording booth

Products will lay him in hate, housing at minimum wage

Thousands watch lagers break, and drown a calamitous lake

Gothima cinema eight, towns in a fit of rage

We live in these with no escape

There ain’t no shame in our game we do our thing son

Come get some

These simple words just don’t move me

Be real

Yo what you want

There ain’t no shame in our game we do our thing son

Come get some

These simple words just don’t move me

Be real

Yo what you want

The buck stops here