Headphone Static - The Dynospectrum

Hahaha

Yo, a comedian of your caliber should have an agent

Here’s my card, that’s my number, give me a call, I get you paid kid

I gave it all I had, it wanted more

Blew up the monitor before somebody had the nuts to feed the carnivore

They acting startled when the shit began to fray around the edges

They hit the resin and chased it with Benson & Hedges

But fuck a contract

Cause what you need is a contact buzz

To free the clutch and compress the TV’s fuzz

Let me outta the agreement

Put me in treatment

Cause the picture’s uneven

I got a fistful of grievance

Fuck the etcetera, the bullshit rhetoric, whatever, the vendettas

The false endeavors and heed the fucking weather

When I’m simple and plain I cripple the lame

When I adjust the thrust up a notch, I cast a layer of frost

Across your glossy eyed outlook

Never been out shook

By the flossy lies

Metamorphosize by your boastful pride

Greed is dead

Some need to bleed to get that through they head true

Seeks bread, won’t read unless they read to

And everything you do has meaning

So add some feeling

When the break hits, let’s all flip and grab the ceiling

I got a hunch I can crunch MCs within the flash of an eyelid

Snap your lumbar and then supply this

Injurous head blow, tryin' to defend against this is useless

Murder candle on their last birthday, my words break, so

Chill with the backtalk, if you slack you get caught

You oughta think about the thought of this:

The jaw-clashing in the midst I saw niggas rappin'

So I snuck up and hit the stuck up

You need to brush up, touch-touch the renegader

Many feel the ??

when one drops the fader

Communicator, I got an Uzi made of paper

Tryin' to do me is major, lose me in Fanastasia

You’re artificially takin' part in the art

Tryin' to get with me, throwin' sparks from out your limousine

Continuing to bring the hype, ever-sleezy ya

I knock the teeth of ya, then you go and tell the media

Through the Yamaha monitor, we out of that deaf ??

I fly alone like a commodore, we on a tour so prepare for war

Cause you’s about to feel the wrath of the Gen. Woundwart