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will tell - block, met, will lyrics

[intro: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
block mccloud: yeah. yo, there a party. what? where we going, where we going? yo, can’t go yet, son. we gotta, we gotta go [?]. we gotta go to the corner store
mr. metaphor: yo, yo, will, the shoes. yo, i gotta meet you at the corner store, right
block mccloud: where we meeting? at the corner store?
mr. metaphor: word, gotta get this recording, man. [?]
block mccloud: nah, nah, it’s…
mr. metaphor: word, it’s time to, it’s time to wake and bake

[interlude: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
block mccloud: dutch
mr. metaphor: word up
block mccloud: [?]
mr. metaphor: met, will, block down at the corner store
block mccloud: the corner store. metaphor, building block. ha

[hook: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
block, met, will at the corner store
met, will, block, any mc for sure
will blocked the opposition met with metaphors
let it rain. that will be done, son. let it pour

[verse 1: block mccloud]
bear witness to my sk!ll and cunning. if i could just instill one thing
lyrics could k!ll but it’s the beats that show good will hunting
for something more insulting, to ruffle your feathers—you’re molting
nervous, you’re gulping—what i’m writing’s got you bolting
like lightning, flashing a knife when i’m striking
clashing with titans. kid, i’ll learn you something: you wasn’t asking the right thing
scr-pping and fighting like vikings, sipping and whipping tail
rip it through chainmail to hit more kens than catch chippendale
written in braille for the blind, i’m seeing the lines
born the kind to fear in your mind. for the time, me and the 9
playing a sniper. block shoot to get to the mic—you’re shot
you still in diapers—ain’t got shit on me. the burner piping-hot
kicking my flows, i’m nasty, wiping snot
picking my nose. pussy i like a lot, d-cking my hoes
my whole attitude’s “fuck it” ‘til i kick the bucket
i’m ripping her clothes off. i squeeze her titty that’s so soft and suck it
bite a nipple. i’ll burn you with the slightest ripple
i got no scruples. i’m the type that might just fight a cripple
and while you take offense, i won’t make amends
i’ll break the limb that remains, throw you in a lake and make you swim

[verse 2: mr. metaphor]
i synthesize your sentences. in a sense, this is senseless
you can sense this silly flow in my contentious sentence
the simplest in options nested in obnoxious rhyme concoctions
i’m radiating toxins, navigating any actions through my verbal doctrines
locked inside my thought, your options
fall short like estimates. in a test of wit, i’m best fit
the best to exit the area. spare me your subtleties
you’ll get froze like subdegrees
i’m seeing enemies watered down like sea anemones
i go to the extremities to extract melodic melodies
first off, i hit you heavily with my integrity
secondly, you’ll be shook like a zeppole
no apology. i solemnly swear my sovereignties
commanding whole colonies, so follow me (follow me, follow me)
we boost mics like the economy and move like currency
occurring currently, i sternly guarantee a victory
apparently, you sick of me. you’ll get smoked like hickory
fuck your history and your publicity. my audacity
is moving rapidly. i’m your worst rivalry
the sickest enemy entirely and metaphorically

[hook: block mccloud and mr. metaphor] (x2)
block, met, will at the corner store
met, will, block, any mc for sure
will blocked the opposition met with metaphors
let it rain. that will be done, son. let it pour

[verse 3: block mccloud]
you gets thrown like eggs on halloween
energy is spent like dollars on dreams trying to follow me
you was holier than thou. now, hollow be thy name
with a hollow brain, you wallow in pain, swallowing frames
you shallow and vain. trying to follow, lag behind
hell-bent like a f-ggot’s smile. plus, get lost like the track of time
stop trying to tap my line like bo jackson’s pine
you’re acting asinine before this mastermind
but stopping is preposterous. i got the gift to uplift
like rocket ships. i’ll lock your mental up like hostages
the operative word is meant to throw provocative
the block’ll live beyond 2001 on the monolith
you got a problem with me? i advise you not to rift
get picked on like pockets as i shop to lift your spirit
my heavy metal lifting ‘em, leaving ‘em light as lithium
in oblivion, fucking up your equilibrium
so give me one good reason why i shouldn’t believe in my
ability to leave a guy seething, giving me evil eye
i’ll leave him lying in a gutter fast
send him up to the m-ss. block covering this rat

[verse 4: mr. metaphor]
it’s mr. met. i’ll address you like a vinaigrette
the cat that got your sister wet on the internet
any flow you throw, i intercept. your shit is irritant
i’m winter-fresh, cool like spear-a-mint. i intermesh
styles in the flesh. in the death of my rhyme, i crept
destined to rep. test and get swept by my imminence
you’re in for it. my inner wit is infinitely intricate
you couldn’t hold it down if you was impotent
my flow’s indifferent. there’s no comparison to my ambivalent
arrogant, rebelous style. it’s evident i’m heaven-sent
plus, the excellent flows. my phlegm is meant to wet foes
soft with delicate blows, all you corns is irrelevant

- will tell lyrics

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