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bon mot - dunce cap lyrics

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[verse 1 – tbone] (+ bon mot)

it’s tbone (and bon mot)
beats booming (bombs dropped)
speak fluent (non-stop)
teach truth upon blocks (of stone)

with poems, that build from the ground up
found the lost tossed aside now it’s time to round up
form up – swarm stuff, aligned in formation
ask us to repeat if you don’t get the information
i’ll admit we kept you waiting, we’re moving on a planned route
scanning to expand out, jamming, demand sprouts
hands out, we’ll give you some free sh-t
the knowledge is available you just must seek it
take out wack selections whenever i see fit
equip my beat with a sweet kick and heat spit
212 degrees farenheit
all we need is speakers and a pair of mics
on point, sharper than a pairing knife
barking all the jargon spitting sh-t that makes you very hype

[verse 2 – bon mot]

spitting quick to get sh-t like a nun’s wrath
it ain’t tight i just like it when my gums flap
pull back, hipster swag the dunce cap
tongue lash, don’t need a d-ck to make you c-nts clap
dumb cats run trap because it’s frontin
i’ll talk about anything from everything to nothing
stack scratch without a lab above my oven
if they dropping sh-t, i’m spitting draino through the plumbing
your foundation is complacency in music
take your propaganda and replace it with my bullsh-t
the difference is i’m spitting from a pulpit
bon mot is holier than thou like a prude is
when i put out, i know it’s rushed
you say oh that’s nice, that’s real polite, your cheeks are flushed
you say it’s the drinks but i ain’t ever seen your cup
so i swallow up the dutch and throttle bottles like a clutch
then wonder why it is i always seem to do that
walking home i bum a half a pack like a hood rat
spend nights working on a version of a new track
wishing i was better at the only thing i’m good at
with perfection comes practice
wackness is determined by how dope you’re acting
need confessions like i need lessons on hat tricks
i figure by my third work i’ll prolly be bat sh-t



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