The Palmer Squares - Duke Westlake Cypher w/ Lyrics

The Palmer Squares - Duke Westlake Cypher Lyrics I'm a pontificating fool sippin' 80 proof drunk on my way to school Everything I do is a deja vu A-C-U play kazoo in the orchestra On a killing spree like juice when he wore the glove Making moves The solution, the formula, your fake ass crew need to scoop a thesaurus up See I'm the fusion of truth and immortal love Praise me until someone can prove there's a lord above Call it Anoesis Establish peace of mind cause you can't be turnin' to the flag for allegiance I'm for rackin' up scholastic achievements A rapper with a passionate thesis that'll smash you to pieces Ac is inherently catastrophic as Melancholia You're laughing hysterically as I'm chopping your head and body up The petty commoner sloshed with a Henny bottle I'm doubtful that anyone's gonna stop me from getting rowdier Yeah I'll be spittin' till my cabinet's closed Till the mortician puts his tag on my toe, and zips the bag up Yo the flow is liquid magma, bubblin' Ac will drag a toaster to the bathtub, plug it in I see more cases than a loading dock Take a shot of Jack and then I chase it with a rolling rock, oh my god Flicking the blunt, watching ashes hit the cobblestone Drunk as fuck, losing my balance as I wobble home We get weird like Zed and the gimp in Pulp Fiction This meddling kid just won't listen I'll sever your limbs and go fishin' Never get clipped cause I'm steady and swift my toes tippin' The most cryptic, we lucubrate nicely Super great, doing things Mookie's way, right So I'mma take flight and soar then come back to Earth and tunnel straight to the core, give 'em more Term! [Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] Torches burned bright The spoken word type with his third eye closed tryna focus blurred sight Cold with a coat of thermite I'm a soda jerk Flight of the Dodo Bird Tired and overworked We go where eagles dare And share needles with the people there Glare through the keyhole to keep aware Gossipin' around the water spickett You saw the Marquee and you bought a ticket Now we're talkin' business Beware the hype, spit a verse to fill a terabyte Shake it up, like is only perfect as a pair of dice Farenheit, 451, boils your blood I went and read the last page before we begun Fast paced, orbit the sun in the course of a month Rat race, shorties and stunts, 40's and blunts A thick mist coiling up Getting lifted so everybody on the king's dick is royally fucked You limp wrist shit stains in your drawers Six figures from the think tank to the prison yard The ship sank, y'all had to disembark I don't see a mixtape, all I see is Paul Allen's business card It's been getting harder to tell between God and the devil Which is just a bitch and which is offering help? Yo you gotta play the cards you were dealt And if you tryna earn a buck you better learn how to market yourself I'm an, artist starvin' like Karen Carpenter Barking generic garbage and carvin' satanic stars into park benches Put my piff in the spliff Keepin' a stiff upper lip Spittin' some ignorant shit solely to spark tension Underfed and looking for employment This could've been avoided My mother said I should've been aborted So pen a message to the sources Go the fuck ahead and send the reinforcements You'll never see me forfeit (Check them out on fb:   / thepalmersquares   ) Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.