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west rhetoric - plate tectonics lyrics

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yo
west rhetoric
recording live from dave’s bedroom
here we go

[verse 1: bedrock]
west rhet’ rides jets past the stratosphere
climbed higher than snoop lion in the archives of rap this year
monarch’s eyes wide with fear
spry sprites pick flight over fight like a scared deer
got poached like bambi’s mommy
should i sell the dough for dough or roast a roadk!ll at the crossing
picking lyrics out my brain
mental flossing
i’m the driver
you’re a feminist; ryan gosling
hey girl, wanna hop atop this box spring?
just know i’m no jonas bro, don’t come stocked with a promise ring
bedrock so unbreakable
can only shake him with tectonic plates
then earthquakes will roll
cause cataclysmic havoc
not just hungry for dope beats
man, i’m straight famished
and i’ll gobble them down
baskervilles hound
cold soul glow so drowned, you ran aground
up @ oxford & cedar
stop trusting justin, lemme make you a dis+belieber
with the words i say
it’s groundhog day
’cause bones is gonna repeat the insanity like he’s bill murray
[verse 2: bones mcqueen]
a back, backwards, bantering bantu
not a frat bro, but i flow national lampoon
got the gravitas, flyer than albatross
tossed in the crossfire of iron; cannonball shots (boom!)
this is a search for metal ingots
to alchemize gold like those medals at the olympics
oh, sorry, did you instead ask for a blue ribbon?
grab a can of pabst from the fridge in the back of the kitchen
let’s make a tradtion to leave your cares on the porch
before you enter my doors, make sure to clean out your core
don’t wanna listen to your d+mn melodrama
it’s a c+ck+block a demi+goddess wouldn’t want any part of
i don’t grant fools any pardons
but pardon me, i need a grant to pay for f+cking college
a grant to live in squalor
grappling with monsters
i guarantee that by the time i die i’ll massacre the dollar
no debts, flows kept in the back of a stolen coke+red corvette
i vote for low rents
like in the f+cking past
when a stuck+up lass would fit her fat ass into a brass corset
grip dead h+rnets with a pair of forceps
throw ’em in your mother’s drink while she’s busy watching her portions



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