SCRATCH. ft. Zapfish, babybloo, Dahkoom, Yebio & Rostakovich Lyrics

Bendin time like elastic

Number 1 killer underwater still plastic

Drastic

I put this beat in a casket

All my boys innovate like Aztec

Victor Wooten Teach a lesson on slappin

Late for work again I knew that this would happen

Rap this bar then I fry tar tar

Battered put it on a stick

You know I'm Slick like Rick

Ya freak bitch

Scratchin on this shit its an itch

Beat On the fritz.

How the clinic always writin hits?

Inspiration hit when our ideas stick the landing

Me and bloo be flippin samples

Got supply now who demanding?

Ramble off a beat I take a moment etchin prose

Gold standard

I hold it like the gambler

Radiate like John's hamster

Its not about the glamour

But who stammer on the mic

I can do this all night or tomorrow

Smoke away the sorrow

Time feeling like its borrowed

In a minute disappear like Carbonaro

Leave no corpse way of the Garo

A lot to go, we already came far tho

Me and Zap be on that van life but I can't write while I'm driving

Dudes be like okay google! then just spit what's inside of em

I used to make a bunch of beats and cry to em

For now I'm only interested in riding em

I corrupt 'verbs with the dirt and some herbs

Only in short bursts

Not to raise concerns

Couple, two, tree burns, thought u knew me, fuck

And Yea I like to create shit bitch, why don't ya sue me

Package to the porch to boomers like they don't know I'm in soundclinic

They don't know I'm babybloo

They don't care I like MF DOOM or Jane Remover

A quad deck of stairs to climb is torture

I was born to rhyme

Shoot my heart into the skies like a mortar

The fans will come in swarms in time

We slinging swords to your knives

Break cores for what's inside

I'm not quite absorbed with the kinda life that some of yall seem to be

Must appeal to fans but some of yall r like the kids who were mean to me

Agree to disagree to give up on degrees

I'm Just flowing with the breeze to cool off

Overheating made it freeze but I know I'm the only one I need to please

Try it at different speeds, you won't know what it needs until u see it from a distance

That shit is for the birds

Barking like for all the dogs

I'm thinkin something gettin lost

So get ahead of the curve and flip the bird to your boss

There's not a moment to spur, if you don't own it it's gone

If you could choose would you decide between brain over brawn?

I used to feel my only use was telling people turn it on and off

We innovators like the mayans but way past 2012

Both the pre and post apocalypse, depends on how the money sells

Funny telling people runny sentences and keep em coming

I'm just dummy sick at nothing other the fun shit

I cant perform unless I'm tapped in

This amazon shit be having me wanting to tap out

But still I hear the crackling in every wheel that I spin

And every van I scratch I'll tally up as a win

Look, I'm tryna hash shit out cracking bottle necks choose your weapon a beer stout

Movin since I was an adolescent with weird routes

Stunt a groove shaking loose two step in your ear now

Fear clouds the crowd with cry's that cheer loud

Told Tio to pull over I vomit

Then peel out

This motherfucking parking lot, supply Warehouse

How many shifts with this stick gonna wear my gears out?

Toys up in the bath with some stick adhere mounts

Throb and bubble up like when I punch a peers mouth

Like hit it on the one let 'em feel it with clear counts

I'm banging on his line got hook for premier trouts

Still Preying on my dreams be the lion that's near pounce

Thinking in my sleep I keep hearing them snare sounds

Tinkering these beats side chain that 808 bounce

Never asking when I'm just asking for where? How?

Taxes takin money and making us fearbound

Cuz streaming shit ain't paying me makeup fake like it's Maybalene

Holding fucking groceries from Cecil to Fairmount

Tell a Hoe I'm taken b

I love her so she wait for me

Breaking many necks

When I'm wearing this hair down

Drop shit wit no latency

Stunt on them wit my Walabee

Pants staying cuffed to be repping that Queer style

Smell all natural oils Essential

I ain't spray fabreeze

No need with Deodorant crystal

Dont fuck wit your egg bacon cheese coming from Cracker Barrel

Materialistic country people die from all my luxuries

Fuck a Tesla yoke bitch I like my

Steering wheel round

Hating on vehicles still

Heating globe like greenhouse

Your dookie stink and your booty hole brown

How many beans you eat to pump

Gas? you fuel spout

Like Kdot but not for free?

Pro bono so next patient please

Pressure off the brakes to speed

Fast towards feared clowns

Stop and chow down

It ain't bass it's bacalao

Chicken kung pao

Eating food from all around

Bouta boof a spliff bitch better pass or youre not allowed

Teach a fish keep swimming keep schooling international

Oh my god

I'm just tryna

Tryna live life like it's an episode of Bobobo

You never know what's gonna happen

Yo they don't know I'm Yebio

And they don't know I been cold since an embryo

They don't know I goon every night it's been a ritual

And they don't know that I love Thug and tried every flow, It's critical

Drizzy, Cole had a show I missed it bro

Cause I performed I'm a lord I'll hit you in a minute though

I'm busy bro grinding I can never call it quits

So I'm Writing sports bars till the Clinic coming with some hits

Only love when I'm cutting through the mix

She asked me who I miss I said not you bitch it's Gabe Vincent

How do I maintain this hunger and my composure?

When shit gets tough I treat a box like Tagovailoa

Toss a box like Tua drop and hit the mountains with my pen

All I can say is shoot me if you catch me in a cubicle again

Cause rhymes as potent as cutting post in the triangle offense

Only method for the money should come from musical endeavors

Always been a dog doctor got some Doolittle senses