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flobots - avatars lyrics

mighty flobots rocks together like a castle
never tangle, moving tassels, changing angles
switching 97 to the 99, split up and multiply
add the new production, now we got 180, that’s a perfect line

cuz i don’t understand all your microphone punks in this industry
trying to spark fuses but mess with me is blasphemy
i blast, you see, like a banzai pilot who’s going to buckaroo
i’m going to call you blow pops, you can tell me what the f+ck a sucker do

flobots in the upper view pantheons
of show stopping flowing spot now and beyond
the 21st century, i’m making worst enemies
as similes and words on the verge of simplicity

i’m just living, reprеsenting flobots till 2000
and later, defеatin’ you in arguments ’cause we all be m+st+rbators
dictators can record us but no replication is as tight
wearing shades ’cause my future so d+mn bright
i unite my flows like the mississippi with the gulf of mexico
try and test this, son; it’s guaranteed i’ll hench you, though
one day i hope to get more play than a man trapped in the amazon
hard to believe how tight i be like [?]

i said it last year, too, you couldn’t stop me with the red octagon
it’s not the land of the fre till the cops are gone
i’m not a p+wn, but i can only move forward, chilling
what more can i say?
not willing to admit defeat, i keep ahead
like a guillotine spectator, slingshot philistines, get data
live like emotion chips, i love hip hop
but i can listen to most of it, show me something new like an armadillo pet
my microphone chiller than ice man’s pillow, get
check the hand silhouettes, moving up and down the pump
move shadows when the menace tells the crowd to jump
drop backs and then maintain focus on what’s happening
boycott sh+ll like vietnam ’cause they k!ll africans
[when the oxo beats?] and the rhymes that we wrote combine
you like a broken spine ’cause you can’t hold back
from this flobot co+star in the cold hard facts
and a section over tracks like cold facts and broadway
stand back with the avatars, lay ruin
to a [lot of empties?] and we doing what you never even thought of
simply ’cause we gotta
this colorado lyrical staccata brought to you by the flamingo kid
who making invalids when the single slid into your tape deck
keep your head, nod until we break necks

’cause you know we always rock like a empty stage on alcatraz
we’re causing whirlwinds like taz and we have no screeches to have a spaz
got y’all wrapped up like glad bag and we bad
looking down from a pole that is far from a tad
now you best look out cuz i’m starting my marathon
i’m running heads like farrakhan
weird like africa with the sahara gone
when i rhyme mcs break out like oily faces
bringing on adrenal like police car chases
i’m feeling in sp+ces like commas, the colons of the semi
crowds like my lyrical stript+tease and want more like denny

[?] menace like margaret
from here to tokyo, jonny 5 and the [?] still fighting the blokes, so
folks know we take a firm stance against wackness
wack mcs around the world need to practice
[stirrer?] stop before they duel with the masters
clash with the titans turns iron mics to ashes
pass this mic around like a philly blunt
i don’t really want to let my ears hear your silly fronts
i [k!ll?] that once
any bloke that attempts to pull any stunts
i ready my mouth, aim, and fire at once
runts, dunce, rejects of the rhyme society
the cops of the mic testing your lyrical sobriety
[stiff and?] looking crooked like a politician, lying, see
’cause i am me and you are you and thank the good lord
i cut you stem+to+sternum with my lyrical sword
rhymes [just the case?] i wrote
sometimes i think i was born with a mic in my throat
i hope that you got a boat ’cause it’s about to be a flood
convert dirty mcs into mud, blokes
we packs rhymes like guns
the nursery rhymes like hop scotch or hot cross buns
you know we’re tight so you safeway select us
luxury flow like mercedes or lexus
test us to see what we made of, we’ll show you
try anything [?] or shady, we’ll [dough?] you
one time for the flobots to take care of all this rap stuff
got you screaming like lords of asset without enough
dj quarter+spins the brakes, [curtis blow?] can’t recognize
f+ck former heads like voltron, he just improvise
if you want pop culture, drink a sprite then discuss
my rhymes are all dime pieces which say, “in menace we trust”

starting off a mile above, blowing up like geysers
making earth wet on [?] damp turf in my hometown, love this smurfette
my first bet’s on [me?] john brown from providence, i’m [down exploring?]
by make it sound so dig it i’m breaking ground
taking towns by storm [two rs?], giving you pause
like scooby doo, give [death, fake?]
my duty to slap stank booty crack raps with planks
some [shadow of a rank?]
and putting patterns over one liners just like a spanking
question consensus, adding gates to fences
using multiple lenses, conjugate future tenses
entertaining orally better than [lewinsky?]
you giving me inches, i take miles
eliminate fake styles, intelligent women create smiles
and if i make piles of loot, you can have some
my raps come fat, dumb folks do not know
how the flobots got blokes stop with hot flow
y’ought to learn, water burn baby time to quit fishing
when i’m busting, dusting off men like morticians
in this mix like betty croc, i have you screaming spoon
crushing ticks who think they bad with one simple tune
with flobot one through nine we’re going to prove to y’all
stepping like a r+t+rd on stilts, you’re gonna fall
all that sh+t+talking is common with so much p++poo from the vocals
i represent [?]

my turpentine [flex cook?] out of white+wash textbooks
my next hook’s trickier truth than porcupine s+x looks

forging minds [at the best gem?] set in stone
like fossils, i’m hostile; if rappers play games
curtains get drawn you’re quartered like my dj’s name

it’s the avatars bringing you the next of the next
the flobots wreck shop in any context
running off microphone blokes with heavy phonics
boomsbonics, sonics, bionics

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