Fro Magnum Man - The Equation
Exhibition of the mission, different systems deficient in substancePuppets sway with muzzles to the rhythm in the rubble
Inevitable curse, regurgitated with purpose
Buried right beneath the surface, but the demon's unearthed
I point the finger at these clowns
And the fires stay stoked, these dudes is hoping I choke
I'll make a hell of a ghost
Specter vision, coming through your television
Or over cellular signals where the tower are provisioned
Brandish arms like Goro, chillin up inside Gomorrah
I'm dwelling underground and spitting venom like D'Vorah
I'm stomping out the music that you dudes are putting out.
The fuck else a curmudgeon is supposed to rhyme about?
You get a thunderous fist, upon your mumbling lips
Y'all make me sick with your bullshit, but I'm coming to grips
With the fact that this rap, or the lack thereof
Has encompassed mass distraction and subtracted love from...
The equation, we deal with absolutes
And on occasion, we lacing up our boots
To bring the fire to the actors, playing roles of decent rappers
To expose the jesters for the fools they are, exposing truth
You got more than you bargained for
I'm harnessing the art of war, Draw my sword and kill the bull like Matadors.
With these bars, I'm actually ruthless
You're actually stupid, you just marketing maneuvers. Macgruber.
I'll be your nemesis, extended penmanship, his eminence
I'll mend this music yet, your benefits are running out, I'm venomous
The evidence of your impending exodus is peppered throughout the premises
Every one of your rhymes so tenuous
I'll be your host on this journey through the most engrossed
I got mad flavor like a long low smoke from post oak
I'm old as fuck, and maybe my taste is stuck, but you still suck
So what? I'm grouchy, that's enough
The antagonist, passionately packing sacks of jagged daggers for these rappers
I'm ravenous, cannibalistic like raptors
I'm playing shortstop with a broken in glove
When it comes to this music, I'm only adding love for...
The equation, we deal with absolutes
And on occasion, we lacing up our boots
To bring the fire to the actors, playing roles of decent rappers
To expose the jesters for the fools they are, exposing truth
I'm defeating these heathens with ease and heaving these cleavers at divas
Achieving deletion of these weak emcees
I'm breathing fire, and seeing the future state inside it, like Stanis
Switch my fight stance to the mantis
Advancing advantage from greater vantage
From atop the wall of Castle Black
I mount a massive attack
There's a lot to unpack I hit the sack
Cannabis to relax, reminisce back to the backpack on my back
Racking cans of Krylon
I battle stars just like a Cylon, galactic at that
You said you nice with raps, in fact, I was laughing at that
Y'all bout to catch the business, I'm on my old man shit
Hypnotizing motherfuckers on some Lo-Pan shit
The significance of fists unleashed upon duplicitous posers
Imposters in the pocket, holding local state like closures
Changing forms, catamorphic, I'm awesome, and every so often
I toss aside the cost of caution, raise the dead from coffins
A constant, like robo-calls from the Chinese consulate
Personification of fakeness, you've forsaken all your greatness
Nod your head, join the movement, you get lost in the funk
Disobey, pay to play, you get tossed in the trunk
The equation, we deal with absolutes
And on occasion, we lacing up our boots
To bring the fire to the actors, playing roles of decent rappers
To expose the jesters for the fools they are, exposing truth
Written by:
Isaac Ross
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