Lyrics
DISS ORDER(Brown/Carey/Kalamka/West)
Essexincantations (BMI)
25Percenter ad lib intro
25Percenter:
the brain fibulates and the heart thinks
the eyes say word and the ears blink
it's chaos and disorder when someone demands a freestyle extend
system override
shit come out the mouth and not the rear end
word offend, thoughts bend ass-back and bass-akward
ciphers don't need ya sorry salivating stature
First frontier of the year
nothing in the space matters but the mass
lotioning libations for that ash
free style
style free? but shackles on them ankles
my fingertips smell freedom
but catz chicken like Bojangles
freedom don't smell like apple pie,
(but a ham hoc)
instinctively in-sync bi byes
motioned in a pop-lock
can keyboards anticipate a word?
can keystrokes conjugate a verb?
can I suggest that we learn on curves
in Bedstuy, East Oakland, or Leimert?
does mainstreamin guarantee you herd?
and would that render nonsense knowledge?
and them ghetto tongues ebonic?
would it validate my frolic,
cuz I dice up words like chopsticks
and consume
and continue to rock the mic (Right)
JB R.A.P:
Through Dis order, I ask you What is stability for?
I cannot ignore/the massive amounts of gore
On the television and out side my front door
Sit-in down on the first floor
ground zero
I can not ignore, the liquor stores
On every corner-creating drug addicts galore
The fact that my heroes
wish they had lawyers like Shapiro
We're considered men you should fear though
I can not, no I wont hide from the truth
You know ya got, to stop lying boi
Bring the youth up
To the level so they can feel it
Give it to yah , How ya want to?
If you feel it, For real though
What is stability for?
When dis order walks through the door....
Pointfivefag:
I'm The master of the obscure cultural reference
fruity loops and head fakes that make you look stupid
472 times before the end of a paragraph fragment
Oh you thought i'd say "sentence"?
you better conjugate, bitch.
paragraphs, faggot
but that would be too much like right
thats my granmomma type of spite
West By God Va-ginny odd body politicking and spin,see
eggs toasted in Coffeeville spilled this Miss-sissy
I be the Star Buckin Star Fucking crooked letter veteran
that left the Christians extra crispy
while snacking Grahm crackers attack from the Picture Page Window
I stand Pat and Rob your 700 Kinchlows
and bringing all my alms for old Uncle Toms reading Psalms
you say Roll on the balm , but my funky underarms
charm the pants off of Bay Area Resid-ants
and I schlep rides from a chain of Bayjan and Pagan Polypeptides
I slide home
and If youre Jonesin on Hyde,
or singin at Glide, I'm on your side
seen on the sceen with K Queens at Pride
and nigh the high of thighs
and more if youre bored
catch this dis ordered Story Of My Eye
JB RAP:
It hides on the ground, it lies and you can't see it
No you caught up in the midst of the ride
On the outside
of the grass looking in
Trying to turn it over, but you see there's nothing on the other side
You bend a corner to find you friend
But ya can't live in side the glass case of the ceiling
No, See, the space preserved for flesh assess
like you and me
But life don't fit into the little boxes we draw for it
It takes the class to show it
I will and I can stand
I will absorb I am a man
And I press on...
JB and Pointfivefag ad lib
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