Cool Runnings - Jonwayne, Zeroh

Authors signal blank space, claiming Buck Rodgers

Say the same shit in L.A., and let them duck Dodgers

Every breath is like I come up from the water submerged in Alphabet soup,

this loop is a spoon

I use to take scoops I loot this brain fruitfully

Bootlegged perusers rap to reign truthfully

Used to scrabble on late notes

Now I let my pen ice skate on the back of these bank notes

Check the dictation over the sound of these navotes

If a rapper falls off in the jungle there’s no hope

When there’s nobody heard, you can hear the town die in the back of an alleyway,

homie, the strong survive

Rock a chain made of beer-tabs

Drinking after heavy nights, I’m blinking in the distance on the oncoming

headlights

Walk the road or the road walks you

You ain’t a special motherfucker, put your blimp in a zoo

I’m saying, tame your big head for the lazy men and laymens

I don’t deal in terms below mine, so pay attention

To the justified shine, no mention of mine, kid, cause, I’m just here for the

pension and prime rib

I’m self made, DIY to consign me, to half them label wars, you can say I’m a

wise bitch

There’s no identity and they like it

Now I’m having indie knobs say, «That ain’t bad for a white kid…»

Your horse is too damn high, just like the rent

Sounds like you need an extra friend to harvard your dent

I’ll take you down a couple notches like a Thanksgiving dinner

When I attack, run cooler than Jamaicans in the winter

Yul Brenner: There’s nothing wrong with I see, it’s about what you see,

now look in the mirror, and tell me again, what you see

Junior Bevill: I see-

Yul: PRIDE!

Jr: Pride, right

Yul: POWER!

Jr: Power!

And I see-

Yul: A badass mother

Jr: Who don’t take no crap off of nobody!

Yul: AGAIN!

Jr: I see pride!

Yul: Can’t hear you!

Jr: I see POWER!

I see a bad ass mother, who won’t take no crap off of nobody!

Yul: ONCE AGAIN!

Jr: I SEE PRIDE!

Yul: JUNIOR!

Jr: I SEE POWER, I SEE A BADASS MOTHER WHO WON’T TAKE CRAP OFF OF NOBODY!

Ay Coach, I’m hoping a study-day approach i’m holy high on these mountains

eagle this eye dali pray

The humans divide and procreate

Pros chose to decide this guys fate, since i’s about five-eight

Inhabited mystic, art god, or all ballistic

I can’t even see myself, and this shit is still narcissistic-KHHHH

So go source when force is fuck wittable, course-load, accounting for seven

chakras the intervals box out

You cock dribbling bubble-fucks, I thunk in, triple-double, tu fumbling yup

I troublesome sun-king

He ran away from proud rock in fear of that one thing, scars will get passed,

gas that stunt with a bum wing

Bitch, hakuna-matata, cumma hadouken, summa cum laude, the party or some will

come later, but we get it started

Cause summer comes once again

School came when God shot at the fall, I’m scorpion-born

Love scorn, I claim retarded, and go in

Hard never home, dearly departed

Orbiting, ours merkaba god, fuck Harvard

In suits I look garbage

I’m sorry, like new artist

But almost all of you awfuls should of died, when I said so last

Now heads roll, professional masked killer

Will is feral, when I go fast til' a boat with no motor

Adrift in a space lake, lifted in space based, base

Hastily wasting his grace on mahasabha taste

And if I moderation to follow a night

Bidibing, plan of my formidables, style fight

Dictionary dicks depict the sicker shit than they can ever be and be triumphant

On top, Ong Bak a nigga trumpet

Knee-caps and elbows, to skull caps, and pell-hose, on Rodeo, on Melrose,

aw hell no…

Red fur impersonating Elmo, but this my world, Lalala, Lalalalalala

Lalala, LAAAAAUHHHHHHGH-

No that’s going to fuck it up!

Tsk, It’s not going, it’s not going to fuck it up!

It’s not going to fuck it up!

I swear that’s not what f-