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backburner - lifters lyrics

[verse 1]
[chokeules]
another heater from the burner,sparking lighter fluide
if you can find a crew that’s any hotter, fine, then do it
now, what kind of music echoes from the catacombs
home is where the heart is ,so the heartless never had a home
you just stumbled on to something amazing
rap royalty, like mummification
put this in your playlist, add it to your favorites
bookmark the pages anywhere our name is
shameless promotion, devotion
make crazy moves while they do the locomotion
overthrowing the throne in a moment
when i’m in the zone opponents will know it

[more or les]
science!
energy i release when i’m on stage reveals
the higgs boson is real
it’s a red letter day for rap, and particle theory
like zefram cochrane after world war 3
meet this alien the rap trends i spit at them
in the face with the lyrics like roberto alomar
catch the taste and appearance, and commercials
it’s not a reversal
for missing talents, this is a challange
to any lithe rapper trying skip the calisthenics
they’re no menace, didn’t feel it, we can tell from the forensics
they can pad out their st–ze with devices and boasts
but i have what you need and my prices are low

[hook]x2
we’re in the red zone!
next level, ’till they carving out our headstones
check levels, then we end up in your headphones
don’t fight it, or you might just get your head flown

[verse 2]
[timbuktu]
wiling, styling, violent rhyming
like barack obama to your crazy joe biden
amy winehouse to your miley cyrus
so, go toss a salad with a thousand islands
i ain’t stressing the dressing
molesting the rhyme scheme, chopping that neck that your protecting
next, drop of the ball, all perplexing
y’all the oldest, dropping the ball, i’m not impressed. tim
came to ladle the flavor, and maybe later
make a hater take a sniff of the glove that he can savor
fitting the description, it’s us! you know the players
the usual suspects, crush you with the data, yeah!

[worburglar]
whack-free, not attached to crack contractually
just stacking up factory, laughing at rappers’ cavities
holes in their heads, clueless beyond reality
saying nothing (ughhhhhh…), like a zombie master p
i’m moving at max speed, eating mac and cheese
in a haberdashery, putting the slash in your daiquiri
now that’s cl-ssy! magic like the gathering
flavour stable’s fresh, even gavin has been lathering
wordburg! even when i crash it’s a masterpiece
scads a vac’s a mad (?), cause our pads are catastrophes
throwing rocks in your gl-ss menagerie
to get you knowing we’re fast, like trying to p-ss in a traffic freeze

[hook]x2

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