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will tell - stupid lyrics

[intro: mr. metaphor and (block mccloud)]
it’s that brooklyn stupid shhh… metaphor, building block. (where did they go? where did they go?). will tell. (you see word ‘a mouth?)

[verse 1: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
[mr. metaphor]
met. ayyo, you never get enough of this
step and you’ll snuffed like -leupagus
with a upper fist, leave you utterless
this beat’s the b-tterest. you loving this. i hear somebody coming in
[block mccloud]
block represent the brooklyn ac’
rock—your head’s getting tooken back
to school. if you act a fool like what you looking at
i’m packing tools (that’s right). i’m stupid like sn-tching jewels
[mr. metaphor]
you’ll get torn like prenuptuals
i went to fourty-four summer schools, rocking holy under rules
i’m stupid, confused (what?), without a clue
i’ll walk with sh-t on my shoe. i’ll sh-t on you, belittle you
[block mccloud]
i’m death like the leper spot and weapons popping
step? you better not, kid—you’ll be dead and rotten
you said a lot, but i heard you’re not a figment
tracks i do black and blue your pigment. i’m ignant

[hook: mr. metaphor and (block mccloud)]
i’m stupid (what?), i’m trooping through brooklyn
(yeah). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid, i’m trooping through brooklyn
(brooklyn). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid, i’m trooping through brooklyn
(me and my goons be like) what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid, i’m trooping through brooklyn
(pardon you). what the f-ck you looking at?

[verse 2: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
[mr. metaphor]
i’m open, hype off the chronic i was smoking, feeling zooted
that brooklyn sh-t got me stupid
i’m loose, kid—that’s what the overproof did
what the ruck you looking at, son? you’ll get roofed, kid
[block mccloud]
i’m lifted, i bagged your dopest sh-t and sniffed it
i said, “give me it,” and you did, kid—you a idiot
you moronic, gnawed on this apparatus, ignoramus
slipping on banana clips. shooting stars make planets shift
[mr. metaphor]
trooping, stomping through [you bored?] like i’m stupid
with a 30 iq, smacking stickers on your corner
i’m out there—(where at?)—i’m right about where you standing
from brooklyn (brooklyn!) to dumont like ralph kramden
[block mccloud]
i’m not [slammed and?] sp-ce-coasting with no suit
got stranded with no loot, face frozen, snot’s hanging
i’m dumb, r-t-rded, come and start a fight like undercard kids
cause a stink like underarmpit—yo, someone farted

[hook: mr. metaphor and (block mccloud)]
you’re stupid. (i’m stupid). i’m trooping through brooklyn
(what? what, what?). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid, i’m trooping through brooklyn
(act like you want it). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid (stupid), i’m trooping through brooklyn
(act like you want it). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid (stupid), i’m trooping through brooklyn
(act like you want it). what the f-ck you looking at?

[verse 3: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
[block mccloud]
i’m stupid from taking trips and popping shrooms
seemed like the opportune time for where to drop a tune
give block some room to operate, come clean like mopping room
and hit the spot for boom, (transform to dr. doom)
i stock the vocal room with trucks of beer while i’m stuck in here
keep you at bay like a buccaneer, spit in your f-cking ear
i’m talking here. don’t interfere—i’ll singe your hair
stuff you with sh-lls like san gennaro’s fair—i took it there. the brooklyn look, it’s
(metaphor) headed for the corner store
where we gonna battle four more cats up in the corridor
we had a poor rapport—we couldn’t get along, but met was wrong
he said…
[mr. metaphor]
i said, “your moms smell like soldiers out in lebanon”
at the concert, my palms hurt
holding the mic, controlling it right, put y’all in the sights
i’m rolling it tight. all my soldiers glow in the night
i’m throwing the mic. be froze in my sight—i’m clothed in ice
i’m older than christ and bigger than life
i’ve been in your wife—i’m sinning tonight
i’m quicker than light, i’m sicker than mike
son, you must be hitting the pipe and sniffing the white
word ‘a mouth living the life like…

[hook: mr. metaphor and (block mccloud)]
i’m stupid (stupid), i’m trooping through brooklyn
(what? yo). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid, i’m trooping through brooklyn
(you talking to me?). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid, i’m trooping through brooklyn
(don’t act like you want it). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid, i’m trooping through brooklyn
(wow!). what the f-ck you looking at?
i’m stupid

[outro: block mccloud and (mr. metaphor)]
you looking at me? (word ‘a mouth)

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