Quique Cruz - The Plot Thickens
I'm a professional flexing to arm wrestle youI smoke like every day's a fuckin' reggae festival
Blowin' out a fat cloud from my nostrils
In ya face, that's a smoke signal that I'm hostile
They call me terrible, my attitude was unbearable
And these size 9s are not wearable
Don't try to put 'em on and walk in 'em
It's not doable, this hard pill is not chewable
So swallow it empty your mind and try hollow it
Be water my friend, get on the right path and follow it
Here's some words of advice I'm trying to shed light
To make you stop and think like a red light
Stop livin' life like a deer in headlights
Before the plot get thicker than a bread slice
The plot thickens, my nigga, no I'm not trippin'
Just listen and quit ya bumboclaat bitchin'
The plot thickens, you know the clock never stops tickin'
I'm not sick in the head just never stop thinkin'
About making these beats and writin' rhymes
About the infinite power of the mind
The plot thickens, you know the clock never stops ticking
I'm not sick in the head, just never stop thinkin'
About paying these bills, about displaying my skillz
Now gun clap if what I'm saying is real ill
I'm 5'10" but I be workin' the pen
Like a 7 foot jerk in the pen that's doing double life
And ain't got no time for nothin' but pumpin' iron
Calisthenics with these alphabetics and you cryin'
Like a special snowflake from the Alt-Right
Your bumb ass couldn't find a job and that's my fault, right
It's despicable how your easily trickable
And every move you make is so predictable
Reciprocal techniques, my vocab is formative
I grab the mic and bombard you with pejoratives
Experimentin' with styles I get exploitive
And I couldn't emphasize enough how hardcore it it
For sure it is indicative of how pure it is
The plot gets thicker once you see how obscure it is
The plot thickens, my nigga, no I'm not trippin'
Just listen and quit your bumboclaat bitchin'
The plot thickens, you know the clock never stops tickin'
I'm not sick in the head just never stop thinkin'
About making these beats and writin' rhymes
About the infinite power of the mind
The plot thickens, you know the clock never stops ticking
I'm not sick in the head, just never stop thinkin'
About paying these bills, displaying my skillz
Now gun clap if what I'm saying is real ill
This beat is hotter than carne asada
Fresh off the grill, kill the whole enchilada
Man you're a squatter, we all know you're not a
Top shotta I'll beat you with a stick like a Trump piñata boy
But fuck a blindfold, I'll make your mind fold
Check mate your chest plate like Ben Feingold
I rhyme colder than a bolder in the Andes
Deliver rivers of flows like the Ganges
Like Sandies and Katrinas you blow hard
I do this shit to go hard and Bogart
The mic just like I'm fuckin up the rotation
I'm the Borikwa Beast of No Nation
On location, this lyrical flotation's
A demonstration of artistic innovation
The plot thickens, my nigga, I am not tripping
Just listen and quit your bumboclaat bitchin'
The plot thickens, you know the clock never stops tickin'
I'm not sick in the head just never stop thinkin'
About making these beats and writin' rhymes
About the infinite power of the mind
The plot thickens, you know the clock never stops ticking
I'm not sick in the head, just never stop thinkin'
About paying these bills, displaying my skillz
Now gun clap if what I'm saying is real ill
Written by:
Rene Roman
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