Ryori (feat. ASM & Youthstar)

Suspension of time scent of pine, slumber lingers Taste of cunnilingus and a numbness in the fingers Scarlet clove of garlic and a fat thumb of ginger Microphone to green what gun is to slinger (blah) Pragmatist within'll use incumbents as a ringer Bringing dinner service slice the spring onion like a Ninja Turtle Militant proponent of the nerd shit – Urcle Script style borderline perfect circle Cypher like the Phifer used to dominate (dominate) Latest premature induction to the hall of fame Burning ball of flame that beckoned Icarus, the second most Common cause of death after mic up in your mid-section Correction – third most common as the First in fact is hubris, crusing in a Buick jeep Morphed into cubic feet, robbed him of his car key Folded back reality, enough of this malarkey (malar...) What the rass, I feel to throw a brick through stained Glass of a church building from the far past in an anarchy mask I'll smack ya harder than a master based on Break my muthafuckin' fingers on your skull, I need a plaster cast I run a master class that's after dark For narcissistic little cunts that need an ego boost fast Don't take this shit to heart, I'm rambling, bambling just for laughs but Don't undermind the Youthstar, though I'll leave ya fucking face glassed I'll tare this track apart and piss on it Diss on it then spit on it Yes, I'm an arrogent prick and loving it (What?) A casual cunt on Sundays in the church While the preast is chatting bible crap, standing on his bird perch The fuckin' perv jerk grooming altarboys to flirt, probably say "It's in the name of the Lord" and then squirt Fucking jokers though, I roll flows like a one man show alone So why the fuck won't people throw me a bone bitchhh...? Ay, hold it Scold the whole crew This flow was overdue like an old, cold bowl of soup - true, no excuse Oops! Golden rule - no shoes at the pool Open toes only, homies, totally uncool (ha) It gets lonely at the noble, local, vocal school Hold it down solely, and slowly choking fools Holy moly! Baloney, how I'm smoking dudes Overly intoxicated, walk away but hold the mule Place an order for some smokables, toke and pull Casually handle stolen jewels, no drool Only on the microphoney totally old school Yodels these tunes on a broken stool over brew True, you probably think I'm joking you But it's origami, I unfold the truth Did your mommy say "Don't poke a bull"? This vocal umami overloads the palette Queue explosive stool (Vegeta)