Croweman & the Ape - Theory of Relativity (feat. The Captain)

We just landed it
Now we're back out the end of the black hole that we're stranded in
No abandon it
Just a hand went in
Spinning through an endless spin
In the land of sin
I was stuck like a manikin
To the stand I'm in
On the moon again
Someone at my ten
Turn around and stab them with the pen
I used to write this then
Ink it out, I did
Fuck a rap offend
Spit a little cleanse
Man it depends
How random is my stance
Every word a little tense
Like the crowd when they got pants
Breaking through the fence
Working hard like ants
Random rhymes again
Round 2 except I'm stepping in
Showing up the ape, I fucking win
I'm the fucking beast
On the Ape's anger I feast
From Uranus bitch peace
Croweman, get over your sheet
Remember when
We were called the fleet
December chem
All chemicals I'm gonna eat
Feel it down the stem
My stomachs meet and great
I like to eat meat it's great
Fuck a rap its fake
Smoke a bong and bake
Soothing like a snake
Eat these pussies... like a cake

Everything...
Is relative
Everything...
Is relative
Figure out
The message in
Everything's
Important
Everything's
Irrelevant
Everything
Is somewhat relative
Theory of relativity
Theory of...

Uh oh
Now I'm back again
Right up at 410
With a fruit in hand
Window up and send
Utter annihilation
Of the invitation
Stuck in time dilation
Whipping through the nation
Fuck I think I need a rip vacation
Man I'm always showing sip patients
Find another placement
In the downstairs basement
For this conversation
I'm over it, vacant
Off another fucking rack
Spilling over the back
With a box of claws that I pack
Chackras off the chack
Hit em with the TKEy rap
Chungboul rip that stack
Smoking through my hat
Hat
Hat
Hazmat suit
(Fuck corona)
Sneaky little cat
Daily gato
What the fuck
Damn this cat is wack

Everything...
Is relative
Everything...
Is relative
Figure out
The message in
Everything's
Important
Everything's
Irrelevant
Everything
Is somewhat relative
Theory of relativity
Theory of...

X-Y-Z
Bitches coming at me
Speaking oddly
Like I'm the life of the party
Fuck, I like the darty
Crashing down hardly
21 And barely
Shit no, barely
Far away from what I want its bars
Cruzing in Pete's car
Hood down see the scar
Pass a toll we hitting mars
Walking around like I'm tars
It's time, I'm about to mention
Entering the loft dimension
An ascension
Screw the shitty tension
Like a bad connection
To stupid intentions
Fuck I got a question
Croweman you still in detention?
From declaration
Bitch you even present
Pay the fuck attention

Everything...
Is relative
Everything...
Is relative
Figure out
The message in
Everything's
Important
Everything's
Irrelevant
Everything
Is somewhat relative
Theory of relativity
Theory of...

Is this music nowadays
Bunch of bullshit flows about Jack crap over a catchy beat
My ass man
I forgot the auto-tune
Haha
Someone help me auto-tune my voice man
Fuck I need it
Ah shit

Written by:
Brian Crowe

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find