We take it back to glass bottles In the Coke machine Every time I take a breath I'm converting oxygen to propaline In the bathroom, door locked with a decoder ring I pop a dozen Dopamine And wash em down with ovaltine Its dramaturgy when I drop a verse Stalker lurking in the yard with binoculars And I ain't watching birds Not a person that could stop me When I get the urge to dodge a car Full of officers and dart with your momma's purse I'm not normal but isn't normal just a question Of what you're most often exposed to? In that case normal's zoloft in a cold room Finna doze off in a closed coffin Yo I told you I'm an appropriate miscreant Dopey and ignorant Throwing a hissy fit But nobody gives a shit Cold as a witch's tit Cold as a mr. pibb Cold as the shoulder one looks over to pistol whip Getting lit we sniff blow cut with a pixie stick Coronas and whiskey I go from sober to tipsy quick Acumental studies notes on arithmetic A pro at linguistics I can vocally split ya wig Yo we cause the global climate to rise While most stay blinded I rise and keep my eye on the prize Like cyclops lookin hard at Ty Cobb's rookie card High Tops hoodie and my iPod fully charged
[Hook]
That's what I'm talking about (Spooky language) I'm running off at the mouth (Spooky Language) The gum flapping Tongue lashing crackas Wrapping a dutch SPOOKY LANGUAGE!
[Verse 2: Terminal Knowldege]
Allow me to speak next loud as a T-Rex Hell's bells I'm a hound-dog with three heads surrounded by demons Breathing heavily, I could never be beaten Sing the sweetest melody, call me the heavenly heathen
[Acumental]
You can find my name farthest up the roster Cause the parlance I be droppin' hot enough to strip the varnish off a locker We harness all the power imaginable to tower An amateur flow impostor starring opposite Madeleine Stowe
[Term-K]
When my vernacular bursts I leave the trash at the curbside The world's got a patch on its third eye We hit the block and the plot to your story twists
On top, never coming off, call me Morrie's wigs
[Acumental]
Trying to move from nameless To the A-list (spooky language) The type of crew you need a noose to hang with Truly dangerous Hotboxin' Studebakers Watching my hoopty shape shift into a lunar spaceship
[Term-K]
Super ape shit I'mma crash into the pavement Turn your fast hand into a sprained wrist Losing my faith in the game, tryna stay grizzly You can call me Rudy Gay in the paint bitch
[Acumental]
Another late night Feeding the Mogwais Eager to watch the new season of mob wives Making hits with Nathan Kiz Waking up the neighbor's kids Yea they see how spooky my language is
[Hook]
Thats what I'm talking about (Spooky language) We running off at the mouth (Spooky Language) The gum flapping Tongue lashing crackas Wrapping a dutch SPOOKY LANGUAGE!
[Term-K]
I best warn y'all to back up 'Less you wanna get your flesh torn by the shrapnel Fruity ass rappers is oranges and apples The grown up rascal, not warm I'm tobasco My babe she a big bitch, way beyond blue ox Vain journalistic, maybe I'm Lou Dobbs Term's to a beat, craving on goulash Pockets on E, haters on stugots Jazz hands, scat man, flaming hot doo-wop Cheesy ass rappers, y'all came to find Dupont Who got the herb, knock, do not disturb Been dead and resurrected (Stop!) 2Pac Shakur I guess, what can I say that ain't December 4th? If you ain't a predator y'all should head for shore We set sail straight forward Don't be thrown by the red tail, eighth fork, devil horns Yo, never more, never more, Edgar Allen Flow Term K settle scores at the talent show Rap is going back and forth in a palindrome I get mechanical, and leave a gasket blown Back fo' mo' and I'm mackin' dough Volcanic flow, turn you to ash and stone like the Krakatoa Fresh as a breath of air Y'all better get it clear I'm debonair on some Fred Astaire
[Hook]
Thats what I'm talking about (Spooky language) I'm running off at the mouth (Spooky Language) The gum flapping Tongue lashing crackas Wrapping a dutch, yappin' SPOOKY LANGUAGE!
They're trying to scare and control primitive people.