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proph3cy - the laboratory lyrics

chorus:
the laboratory i’m at the laboratory
whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
last week i was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2

verse 1:
nah i’m playin but that’s a metaphor sayin my lips are formin the hottest a belly full of propane and i sip that sh-t like a fanta
breath a flame in a stanza
for those who didn’t know that i’m gifted as 50 santas ill give ya multiple answers so spread this sh-t like a cancer
makin movements like keeble and ankle bones on a dancer
strikin balance between my grades and a talent
is somewhat of challenge if you try to excel at a level far beyond average i think i’m bonded in marriage with the ethic of workin hard i boned her hard in the carriage
my blueprint for the new sh-t is ruthless i flew in- from a-nother galaxy as a nuisance
you knew since i knew sh-t i’d cream y’all like cool whip or two t-ts
makin it clear in your ear with q tips
i’m mixing music so potent just need a few drips- so- step in my soup kitch- ill show ya how i brewed this

chorus:
the laboratory i’m at the laboratory
whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
last week i was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2

verse 2
sh-t was crazy and now my roomies all hate me recording in this apartment was workin out till i charred it
all this damage i do is a sacrifice to be charted
cut off 2 of my fingers to show you all i’m an artist with third eye vision ill rock it until i’m locked in a coffin
nah i’m jokin i promise that was way i was brought in
to this world as a baby and then i grew to a prophet
god-given symbol i raise a palm from my pocket and represent the percentage of people scarred without warning
hand defect out the womb i was born at 8 in the morning
callus coated my brain as i learned my life as a foreign cuz hey i gotta choice of grindin or snorin
5 in the morning
workin on a rhyme and a chorus man i could be sorry or signing a portrait
i’ma certify my image don’t be blind to ignore it embracin my form and normal wasn’t of any importance
probably why i’m at the lab a good deal of my portion- cookin up a fat meal the i’ll dine on the courses
the only true place that i like to kick it
is the lab with a mic gettin scientific

chorus:
the laboratory i’m at the laboratory
whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
last week i was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2

verse 3
i want the people to approach the ep
and see me
like et
they repeat
a retweet they like d-mn white boy was goin in with the heat- and he’s stationed in cali- even got his own beats
cl!ck a link at the bottom and now your part of my reach
hold up now your a d-mn fiend
you better hold like a canteen
guess these syllables are hittin y’all like cupid vaccines
so rally round the rapper who hacked your brain with no p-ssword i’m p-ssionate like a pastor i mastered patterns of frequently reachin over the standard
show me love from montan
all the way to new york and then down to louisiana
for now i got the cali coast locked into my redical so ima turn this up a couple decibels
and ima splash a couple mothaf-ckin chemicals
better bet i got the goggles on for spectacles
and my dryer is full of burnin hot apr-ns
cuz i spill on em whippin up a creation
pardon me as i ditch verse and replace it
goals are located at the jupiter basins
but i never had quit tryina face em

chorus:
the laboratory i’m at the laboratory
whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory
last week i was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2

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