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the noncents - 120 bars lyrics

[intro: k!llakake]
to all my pennsylvania people who know me best
i feel like mike wallz, he still owes me rent
i feel like a graves, he still owes me rent

[verse 1: k!llakake]
y’all ain’t got the b-lls, these bars is under par golf
(break)
i’m so f-ckin’ nice, i already took a bar off
(what the f-ck’s he doing, that’s a h-ll of a way to start off)
nothin’ in your notepad is notable
y’all compete with prego with all the tomatoes thrown at you
kake and detz return, holy sh-t is this thing overdue
we took our time and made this cl-ssic sh-t like we supposed to do
the rap game stayin’ lazy
one guy makes a wave, the next guy be saying samesies
time to show the t–th, sheesh, the fur be lookin’ mangy
i’ll be a beast forever b-tch, not even belle could change me
whoo, oh my god man this is crazy
a ‘ye state of mind, at times even i amaze me
stompin’ compet-tion, all the feedback never phased me
i hear ‘em echo, but a little hate never delayed me
i’m an artist, i write faster than white rappers
think of novel sh-t to spit like b-tch i write chapters
y’all gettin swept more than the floor at the barbershop
when i spit the women flock, faster than the garter drop
keep servin’ up the lines until their noses hurt
(whoop whoop whoop) that’s a nasty with the flows alert
(whoop whoop whoop) detz my motherf-ckin’ brother
don’t ask me can that boy rap, consult paul rosenberg
i’m bringin’ it in ways that you ain’t used to
it’s a simple fact i rap and stupid dudes i lose ya
i go hard like a popping six v–gr- pills
wearing concrete shoes
while getting a stare down from medusa
now b-tch i’m looking quite statuesque
the stock is going up, so i’m hoping that you cats invest
you rappers fall flatter than an actress that is lacking chest
kake ain’t the greatest, i ain’t even saying that in jest
all i do is show a little heart, it’s like i’m kevin, b-tch
i think outside, your head is in the box, seven, b-tch
i play some nate, ‘cuz all doggs go to heaven b-tch
i’m throwin’ on some dipset just to reminisce
to ’04 before i even had a beverage
no one knew i rapped, not a single shred of evidence
when i wore volcom tees, ripped d-ckies, pushin’ elements
before the name rakim held any sort of relevance
i got into the game right from high school, like ‘bron james
flow a ‘lil off the rails, like a bombed train
pretty eyes blink, she said she sick of all the small things
now she wanna know if the d long, like tom’s name
type of body so crazy that i’m like, (woo wee)
if the s-x get routine, turn her over like a new leaf
heard your little tape and sh-t, you’re sounding awfully rusty guys
don’t f-ck with heavyweights, your flow is lighter than some husky eyes
for that money y’all be getting hard ons
why would one ball out like embarr-ssed lance armstrong
not an alcoholic, i like toeing the line
text her periodically, so momma know that i’m fine
i hope in life that i don’t brick it, like shaquille o’neal free throws
i’ve been through a whole bunch of sh-t, its like i’m steve-o
hillary’s a f-ckin’ crook and trump’s a walking cheeto
just gotta stick together in whichever path that we go
i may not take losing well, but thus far i’m not sure
them youtube boys just proved that they’re a lot more
this is for the fans who get partial chubbers for our marshall covers
heard the real sh-t, and be fiendin’ for an encore, its kake

[break]

[verse 2: detz]
kake’s been spitting for three straight minutes
we ain’t finished, going strong like we ate spinach
stronger than 8 finnish, olympian weight lifters
with two b-lls i ain’t talking outside of the plate pitches
they down in the dirt itchin, cause they do not make britches
my t-st-cl-s may fit in, ok maybe i’m wishing
hyperbole is a b-tch, but admit it the earlier image
that surely you envisioned just isn’t coincidence
cause i verbally paint pictures
1000 of my words make a gallery exhibit
next to serat, da vinci, salvador dali and vincent
so isn’t it fitting as a tailor st-tching an inseam
that i’d be sitting on rap’s throne sh-tting
we’re on the come up like macklemore is looking for us
“this is f-cking awesome” this ain’t a chorus
it’s straight bars, a watering hole for h0m-phobes
line em up, tell em i’m g-y, their domes explode
decapitating rappers, now they looking like slow pours
dilapidated rappers, slapping em in their vocal chords
half -ssin’ it rappers,they ain’t the ones on the lowest floors
yappity yappin rappers less vocab than hodor
acting hard, but soft as polite mothers
thinking they fly, but kake and i are the wright brothers
too close to the noncents, and end up like icarus
crumble under pressure like ex nfl kickers did
fraudulent rappers all just con men to me
show their true stripes, when i spit sher khan’s enemy
i start drinking and you getting my bare necessities
i’m not talking singing so pardon my nudist tendencies
i’ll never forget when k!llakake befriended me
and ever since we’ve been on track to rap’s ascendency
you see, you’d lose in a battle against a mirror
at least you’d see your weak sk!lls a little bit clearer
i’ll put the fear of a headlight exposed deer, in ya
steer at ya, mmm rap venison now i’m searing ya
more of a mental menace than little dennis will ever be
step to me, and i imagine that you and lennon meet
man, with all the violence and isis
the world expects a daily news report about crisis
going to the store is life’s roll of the dice it’s
causing hatred and racism across our devices
make america great again
when? before there was a shooting every 8 days or when
we started a war citing false information?
maybe take it back to the days of segregation in
schools, ooh! i know! we were a bad-ss nation
when civil rights leaders were getting -ss-ssinated
asian americans put in camps and relocated
no? when ladies’ only purpose was procreation
cause genitalia determined your voice in legislation
or back when the states in this nation went through a bifurcation
when racism chained blacks to the plantations
no? oh, i thought that based on how you were saying
that banning muslims and mexicans would be our salvation
that america would be great, maybe if it was single race again
but in that case, we’d embrace mistaken barbarians
that’s right you f-cking racists, your greatest nightmare is escaping your brain
making it’s way through your veins, it’s painful, your face is emblazoned with hate
cause it makes you irate that the only way to make america great
is to degrade the current state it’s in
and give it back to the native americans

[outro]
i did not understand rap, until one day i went into a t-tty bar and i went “oh my god, i’m so stupid, why did i not see this? these guys are poets!”

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