War Is Not a Threat Lyrics

Safe as helicopters, scatological rather than pornographic impropriety

Pious, he's cut the pie with ease

Pour the melted graph into the preposition plot to murder

Hug me 'til you drug me, honey

Homies couldn't subtly pungently put me in a coma

CompSci kid knocks socks off, can't shoot moon so make the stars fly

White rappers love Oedipus claiming their low privilege

But have last names like German slurs, call them all Dippenschitt

Dipped in shit, the exterior facial & personality

Hilarity, your character analysis presented fallacies

Rhythmic propulsions, broken notebooks & optional marijuana sessions

I wouldn't trade it for commercials & the loss of my soul

They discovered the b-boy stance reading semen scriptures from the hospital"Where does the white boy start & end?" asked the constable

Probable youth & full of spunk must be underground

Just 'cause you're inner city doesn't mean you have the sound

Take your attendance, you're missing a member

I took a dagger to the limbs & left him fucking dismembered

Couldn't handle a half-naked Indian

Hiding in the cupboard with 100 grips in indie debt (You're a fucking bitch)

You're never gonna get it how you live it if it's only over the net

A posthumous record is life after death

But they gon' desecrate me so it's just post-humorous

Post humorous topics so you can cope with regret

Give the nosebleeds a rest

I'm the spitting image of strength to the spitting pictures of weakness

If it's pain leaving your body, consider yourself a fetus in my eyes

The Latin tradition embroiderment for the bittering teenager

Wide no sidewalk to run, no headlight & no pot to piss in

Reads these scripts to the best of friends

Those who declare war are never a fucking threat

(You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness

You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness

You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness

Like the limelightness, like the limelightness

You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness

You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness

You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness

Like the limelightness, like the limelightness)

You need a book of multi-culture slang for any expression of talent

Maliced squawk from falcon talons made up of molehill mountains

Penchant for soundcheck scans, 7700 to date

Property damagers with ragers 15 minutes from your estate

Gold teeth, Valentinos & dreads is of the farther streets

But makes the basis of your lyricism, man that shit is weak

I write commas like clothing stores & still never dot my I's

Catch me crossing T's is a lyrical-not-religious exercise

To surmise, watch the party die from a distance (heed my advice)

Focus on no one but yourself & crystallize

Your praxis into the newest generation of time

Bastardize these competitors by paying not a cent of mind

The rent is too high but you won't live in my head for free

An abstract expressionist needs his own space for critique

A mental studio to forever stain his liver-spotted fists

For the embroiderment of eternity 'cause life is a bitch

Why would you ever waste energy on anything that isn't art?

Even in anger & jealousy are places where inspiration starts

Even in an old man's last breath dogmatizing butterflies

I watch every other rapper unsatisfied get atomized