Equational MC - Tha Myth

I'm living myths, then I'll tell of it
Like Ol' Scratch makin' dishes in a war helmet for the hell of it
A rushing river trippin' boss man, I go off, man
Rain man, the stuff I puff often
I spit with authority
But them authorities accosting innocent minorities, that stuff abhors me
Fatalities encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that rhyme, it's like a show and tell
And when I'm rockin' it raw, you're quite shocked that it's swell
Go check my record called Harder Than Hell
I make art like it's part of my life, I got heart
Like sky art, writing's like painting a picture
I'll hit ya with the shit that splits ya architecture
But don't sweat tho, cuz this isn't a lecture
I'm talking soft like a boss, like a Christopher Walken type, off
If you can see how it be, go walk it off
You ain't plausible, I'm like a chili or hot sauce
The way I speak logic, they got lost
It's absurd, I'm not a nerd but kinda nerdy
Rappin' cuz I'm wordy, also I just do it better
A little birdy, he told me go and get that cheddar
They way I put words together, so absurd and clever
Like a lector, Hannibal each time I roll in your sector
You cannot hector me, you must respect the tight connection
The same station lame nation in the wrong direction
The same station lame nation in the wrong direction
I'm off the rails like I was rappin' in an intersection
Heading in the wrong direction, the lame nation
I'm off the rails like I was sittin' in the train station
You bet it's betta than college, like a scholar
Follow me there's a whole lotta knowledge, its obvious
I'll smoke a joker, or dumb blokes claimin' they woke
I'll put a cokehead in a chokehold for all you folks
I got gall since the fall, think like a quarterback
The way I corner rats, it got em falling back
A lotta tracks to mix, I fix dishes quick but not with Bisquick
Tell chicks they like it 'this thick'
I measure up fuller, Kinison Sam when I slap mimics
I'm sinister with every single rap clinic
A lever puller, no limit cuz I'm never finished
So stupendous, nevertheless I'm never eatin' spinach
Never rigid on the mic when I speak
I got plenty to say, and that's like, every week
I light a fuse and take you dudes right through a true maze
I puff haze for days wearing new shades
Why is it rappers can't act they age?
Since it's abundantly clear inside my mind how these tracks will age
Luggin' bars in by tons, son, that stack the page
Settin' traps down fast so rats get played
Slap the glaze off they domes like it's Shasta spray
Disastrous naturally, clash in a drastic way
Plastic trays when I roll these elastic j's
Then hit my vocals up with some slapback classic delay
Aged cabernet wine glasses shiny on trays
Dark classy shades, spotless like blade hit it
A top grade rhythm when marching out in summer parades
I played drums for fun and got myself paid
Shine til they eyes blind, til they twitch in the light
Like Nolan Ryan in the seventies, I'm pitching it right
I bring it nice, inner visions got me itchin' to fight
To choke a mic, grip tight, this ain't nick at night
See the cuts, they sharp, it's like a whackin' sick-le
Rats get trapped, and then its like a drastic stick up
Cats is little, maybe half, I'll whittle em down
Little plastic baggies, purple, green, brown
Finn tha sickle swinging, chumps stuck in the middle
They ain't as hype or witty, people try and bite the pretty
Finn tha sickle swingin', all you chumps stuck in the middle
They ain't as hype or witty, people try and bite the pretty
Pyros with the pyrex whine, I shine a blindin' light
Clips could end fools, they make a try to bite
I reap a harvest, got a diamond mine, kyanite
I take flight like I was flyin' a kite
Good day to evil demons
You can catch me eatin' decent, while I listen to the Eagles, readin'
I Stephen King em like Crothers, shine while they whine, see?
I flex on records, it's nothin, the timing line by line be
Drastic, give you rashes, strike matches to turpentine
Perfect lines designed when I'm working mine
I hit the purple kind, then spurt my earnest mind
Word, I get alerts, they blind, I get to church on time
Country scene, urban time, craft dirty rhymes
I don't mind, lemon lime, this rap merchant prime
Says 'you need sours, fine, minimum purchase of nine'
Grams exchangin' to hands, damn, now it's all mine
Not up top yet but my plan's applying
Ceiling fans greatly inspire, I admire designed attire
It's zero love for liars singing like big choirs
The mic spat upon phat like how a Sig fires
Like 5G, I'll start a big fire
They'll call it wild when I'm dialed in, I'm wired like I'm in dire
I need to hang some pants and shirts that's in the dryer
And strike back like the Empire

Written by:
Dennis Donaghy

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