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mhz legacy – counseling lyrics

[verse 1: tago proto]
welcome to counseling for the poetically impaired
you will need to facilitate, embarrassed, and rehabilitate
it’s code that i contact my convoluted constituents
camu and cop’, we’ve come to cloud a clan’s cognizance
command cr+ps and cause crowds’ claps, credits, and compliments
i’ll absorb then emit you as a liquid then sip you
then p+ss you. faker’s trachea as my commode
for swallowing a medicine ball with [?]
most haven’t the right to hold. you’re dumbfounded often
unscripted soliloquy, i trip a millipede and drown a dolphin
we concentrate, so comprehension takes patience
beats that keep a g+nius out of sync/sink like clean dish
take him off of this dean’s list. jakki’ll testify
i came in the picks and stayed in the mix like the letter “i”
solidified [?] and molecules took flight
now that you’re sweating, i know what estrogen looks like
what i invest in compress men into chessman
defining me is kind of like the twenty+seventh letter or, better
mega… out of my audience, fifty
percent are enlightened, and the other half are frightened

[verse 2: jakki da motamouth]
i’m one obnoxious motherf+cker that’ll leave a thousand rappers moping
grab the mic, i close it down, and say, “this sh+t’s no longer open”
it’s my mic, and if you attempt to grasp, like using my bare hands
to tear your pet donkey in half, i’ll rip your ass
your fate is fed ‘til you bite force, i’ll take your hand, then lift you up
and throw you off the stage and make you break a leg
ain’t no f+cking jakki, ok. my style’ll fold ya. try to
see me, and you’ll see me leave you with a case of glaucoma
who you raising your voice at? (man, what the f+ck?) still trying to keep your faith?
my fist’ll take the resin out your voice and decrease the bass
you f+cking with me only proves that you’re an old fool
your style is like adult education ‘cause it’s old+school
you last? how? i crash your computer style like
“my name is y2k, i’m here to shut your ass down”
and if sk!ll is what you think you kicking, i’ll assure your chicken
that your sk!ll is nonexistent like fat+free chitlins
after i’m done f+cking your girl, you can defend your honor
we can have a freestyle contest, the winner gets your mama
we all know that you a virgin who ain’t been sticking like a farmer
who’s angry with his poultry, you choke your chicken
keep trying to walk your talk, let’s see how long you maintain
i’ll paralyze your cerebral cortex and make you a lame brain
pimps, players, gangsta rappers, you and your bland wh0res
i’ll knock you out the box like a homeless n+gga’s landlord
i’ll designate the place to battle. you’ll be too frightened
like clash of the motherf+cking b+tch+ass titans
n+gga, get off the stage. your rhymes are too v+g+n+l
i’ll throw a punch to your spine and have you walking diagonal
so who taught these p+ssies to speak when not spoken to?
you concentrate on rapping. n+gga, i’ll concentrate on choking you
[bridge: scratches by rjd2]

[verse 3: camu tao]
galaxies switch, angles inflict
[?] brains are sprung, singles and scripts to take
heat to plate, distributed [?] to radio play
bring swords, cell matter confirms
scatter through earth, shatter and blur, blistering scant, listening in
echoes ricochet, exoskeletons for eons
and misled and misfed and fed misinformation
and instead of despair, we sell others each
and others teach. this sh+t malarkey. this copy flipped the b+tch
to floppy and marketed to cut the major artery
and main muscle. my brain tussles awkward oxy over
orthodoxies, sort of mingle during [?]
you can’t duplicate sp+ce except what’s in
your own span (my n+gga), control what’s in your own sp+ce
shift shapes into something usually distasteful
chemicals involved [?]

[verse 4: copywrite]
chronically ill phonic spiller. physics talk like they seen
this page. evade, drop the mic
leave the stage, collapse when my traps are set
or we’ll make an exchange: while i catch wreck, you can catch your breath
megahertz a nine+letter word for omnipotence
your special bland brand of bullsh+t’s got me open
to diss you and whoever you’re close with
your label’s interested? ok, but i got demands: i want
the ocean then you thrown off the highest cliff
and congress to pass a law that everyone must buy this sh+t
when contact with einstein was made, i provided wits
while you got the mental strength of five minus six
everything i’ve learned i apply to this, so unless
you’ve had a brain transplant with me, don’t try to exist. y’all bite
my sh+t? turn and claim you’re tight with my clique?
only thing we got in common is we’re both riding my d+ck
and not until now have i seen such a strange kind
so full of confidence yet so full of sh+t at the same time
give me the deck. f+ck pulling your cards. i want you
to f+ck up so i can tell you how stupid you are

- mhz legacy lyrics

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