Shapes with Color ft. Mike Brunch, Zak Tovin & RJ RaRi Lyrics

What does collaboration look like to you?

How do you spit some real shit?

This is Shapes with Color, a lyrical supreme

Teleport cosmos black holes in the space

Elements relics of the past in different play

But you acting like squares, shadows in line

Form follows function reverse on the needle sound like

Devil games and numbers in their prime

Optimus optimal, when will you listen

Harbinger of death, Megatron, like the atom bomb

Hiroshima Nagasaki Gordon Freeman Combine

Axis of power and allies are evil

War for peace, and countless people

Pointing fingers, but all hypocrites

Equal but separate, cow pies and horseshit

Bullshit while you're at it, feeling asthmatic

Audacity and competition in its place

Targeted… by the color of our skin

Fuck your table, fuck your opinions? Fuck all the lies that you've said

Black and brown voices erased from the Matrix

Burn it all down, we've come so far

Tears in the rain, running from our demons

Simpler times, child's play on the lunch table with our trading cards

Dirty dance in this bitch, Patrick Swayze

Nowhere to fake these

Like a day parade from Macy's

I break these

Emcees down, they can't take me

Shit you see the frown

Like poor baby

Shit I'm fucking em up

I'm ripping the mic like a whatchamacallit

More bars than a sober fraud alcoholic

And way more threes than Pau Gasol hit

Shit I'm just doing my thing

No need to leave the skin on when you checking the wings

Just make sure to fly high when there's no ceilings

And if i need to lend a hand, you can count on me

Mike Brunch steady threading the seams

And it's as dope as it seems

I only say what I mean

So put some respect on my name when you speaking to me

Otherwise face these hands indefinitely

I know I talk a lot of shit I do it respectfully

My head hurt, please pass the Acetaminophen

(My fucking head hurt from y'all rapping I swear to God)

I finna change up the shape up on it

Let's go, (Yeah)

Singular lingual mastermind of the ridicule

See I been rapping since Slim shady was still cool

Dropping acid turning audio to visual

hallucinations imminent I'm tripping in your swimming pool

Yeezus tatted on me, in Abu Dhabi on digital

Glock in my mouth I'm busting bullets like war criminals

I'm on the come up bitch, I'm waiting to hit the pinnacle

Kush to keep it nutritional, DMT I'm invisible

Smoke, opening my third eye often,

Bout to be a shaman, shouts to Al Hoffman

I been to a planet you can't imagine while conscious

Stranded in all dimensional havoc you never crossed in

I know every astral zone that you've never walked in

I know every inch of my mental I've gotten lost in

Y'all be tik tok-ing and dancing learning to floss and

I be with all the planets and talking to all the gods, bitch

Wrote to me with a few words to say

Had to drop a lotta shit like I been having the runs today

And now I'm seeing Shapes with Colors

Enemies who came from brothers

Just woke up and made another

Said you was gone slide that's on yo mother

Ten toes I slid so why you niggas walkin'

After all I did and now you niggas talkin'

Can't fuck with y'all leave me alone like I'm a Culkin

Flyest in a house of flies, I realized

Tone deaf deftone can't hear yo lies

But, could've ended worse, ended up in a hearse

Said your final verse, no one left to curse

Think I'm moving too fast like I'm Jamaican and Haitian

Translation I'm just makin a haste and

Getting to the money real quick with little patience

She love to be the first no second placin'

Fine China flew her out just to dine her

Lil blasian thing dripped out in designer

No positions when I'm global, no GPS

Iron sharpens iron but who perfect the best

And with that iron we coming for yo best