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the weathermen - the only weathermen song lyrics
[verse 1: jakki da motamouth]
i’m glad n_ggas hate when i’m masked in the place
get you mad when i fondle your b_tch’s ass in your face
glad that you fake ‘cause you look silly when i apply
white_out to your gluteus, son, your ass is erased
cut out, r_t_rded kid, i’m gonna battle with friends
son evolved, then i’ll smack him if he asks me again
slightly tired and grim. to rhyme like me, you need
to ask your god permission to be higher than him
yo, these words you spit ain’t ripping me, chief
hit the road like you trying to stick your d_ck in the street
kick in your t__th, you can’t bite, you suckling corn, your ugly
mom got a d_ck, now how the f_ck was you born?
i eat p_ssy, so you i know i’m gonna go through
i’m looking at your b_tch, wondеring how the f_ck she chose you
i’m making cakе, and you’re the main ingredient
yeah, i heard your tape. so what are you? a stand_up comedian?
i lie too much, i’m such a disgrace
i’ll tell n_ggas they’re dope just to get ‘em out my face, i’m able
to read stunts, and i’m eyeing your freak. she been faithful
for three months, and she dying to cheat
listen to this cat, he way up in sp_ce. n_gga, you wack
you need to get the f_ck up out of my face
it’s jakki from the weathermen crew. you know?
the one who all your n_ggas say is better than you
and i’m sitting in this circle with these babbling elves
you’re cypher’s boring. here, let me battle myself
you n_ggas getting mopped, kid, i trust you suck
say i’m weak around your pops, and he’ll f_ck you up
you’re losing your health, losing your belt, hop in your body
look in the mirror and watch you lose to yourself
motherf_ckers are lunch when i brawl, i’ll put you in a headlock
bite in your cranium and punch ‘til you crawl
[verse 2: yak ballz]
yo, yo, yo, float to the
main floor where atoms is broke and amateurs smoked
inhaling spirits like i naturally toke. after i choke
rappers don’t even wanna touch the mic
wh0res telling me they wanna f_ck tonight. son, i’m
razor_sharp with mine, boxcutter slice
sparkling, harboring missiles within the carton
(but some kids wanna battle you, pa) f_ck all that nonsense
i’ll formulate raps endlessly, orchestrate
symphonies, the weathermen taking over the industry
y’all cats be afraid, but i can see with my eyes closed
take you out in a hoodie like a jedi robe, it goes:
f_ck 5_0 ‘cause i hate the cops, n_gga
i set fire to the stage you rock, busting slugs
from the heart as if there’s guns in my chest while you shook
like a little b_tch with a lump in her breast, so bow down
when you see me and my duns in the flesh, so shut
the f_ck up and show show respect, you f_cking f_ggot
weathermen, yo
[verse 3: copywrite]
in this most aggressive art form, none of you b_st_rds want it
‘cause i don’t paint on the canvas, i slam rappers on it
i’m seeing crumbs with their snippet tapes, passing ‘em out
pass it to me? get it tossed to the trash with a smile
and i know you give a f_ck, b_tch. boy, admit it
i give two sh_ts in the tissue in the toilet with it
you flow sick but take too long spitting your coldest
i can make a cure before any symptoms are noticed
motherf_ckers ain’t nice, y’all cats ain’t even halfway polite
do yourselves a favor: pass me the mic
i see exhausted emcees in the ring with friends trying
exalted is he with the strength of ten lions
constantly ripping through these rigid crews, in the
confession booth, i repent for sins i didn’t do
d_mn right. the grimy rhyme serpent trapped beneath earth’s surface
‘til i’m summoned, escape my god if we get a virgin
bullet speed, extend from any weapon, pledge
to every brethren to keep y’all on the edge of every second
young buck, i’m immaculate when my lungs rock
you’re an inadequate precum drip accident from a cumshot
f_ggot, i’ll boo you in the crowd, chew you with a style
nut in your corona, saw your toolie with a smile
[verse 4: tage proto]
yeah, yo, you’re probably embarrassed
to convey your rhyme in front of more than your fam
‘cause deep down, the lack of confident overwhelms
your ability to rock well within public dwells
catch me in local hotels on 4/13
taking intentional pauses to slapbox your ovary
it’s tage proto, more dope lines than a heroin addict
my craft’s hard to grasp like mathematics, black magic
pop and drop perpendicular to the usual
photoshopping f_ck_ups the very best thing for you to do
realistically speaking, there isn’t sh_t that you can do
your squad a pile of kids so n0body can boo for you
there’s more for your score, raw for our altar
what you know of poetry’s like gretzky in the fourth quarter
absorb all your music and use it as our motive
still in this to show you how much of a f_ck i don’t give
how much of a f_ck i don’t give?
i take out you dumb f_cks with numbnuts, yup
young sl_ts, pull you into dump trucks, bend you
with done c_nts. for lungs cut, i’m sparking a g_nius
you’ve been marching between us to mars or to venus
i’ll stick the arrow from the back of the neck, fall out your p_n_s
accurately serve your b_tch styles like martina hingis
stop and opt to follow the proper procedures
the most alive like [?]
pick up all of the pieces, go and call the polices
sucker boy
[verse 5: vast aire]
look at you pouring syrup on sh_t since pancakes
now if i slap your tape deck, the beat might break
talking a bunch of “i mights,” but, son, i will
outpower you, meteor_shower you
happily ever after? that’s a never (that’s a never)
what the f_ck you think this is? a utopia?
you sound like your man got you amped up
notice that’s the same cat picking you up. i’ll take
a chainsaw to your ice grill, make it a smiley face
we chew ‘em up and spit ‘em out if we don’t like the taste
we flew through oxford institution with flying colors and left
the stage sideways like the flying wonder
you could be famous, stars get smacked back
whether they in physical form or where the gods stay at
son, i know so many friends in high places (high places). that means
the blunt’s belly is getting split in high places
either rooftops, staircases, and once
done with the raps, we dismember the mic and cement cases
you know our favorite phrases. yeah, we bite fixes
verbal stabs so fast, leave no blood traces
and you can’t scab, incarcerated
in white cells [?]
you cats ain’t ready for this heavy abyss
decoy octopus, eight arms with black mist
now [?] bowed out, eight bars you done missed
listen, i’m done with this like sonya blade when she blows a kiss
[verse 6: cage]
[?] out of my mouth out, see the words doused out
spit a verse that got my frontal lobe bounced out
all couched out while [?] speed up my brain
approach god, mr. cage p_ssed, they’re bleeding my name
evacuate the pad with no blood cell count
stick my fingers into the street to shake the sh_lls out
sew on three stripes to my fatigued flesh
put a loaded shotgun to my face and tease death
left the hospital to throat_bang her
pull out gas_faced child with a f_cking coat hanger
watched his head pop when i stepped on it, kcr
audience’ll get schooled, fl!ck the vomit
promo bullsh_t got some little bums jealous
where their eyeb_lls impaled on drink umbrellas
i drop sh_t for the crowd to figure out, you touch the mic
the crowd [?]
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