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Let The Record Show

by Bal

[Verse 1]
Rhyme so vividly that even the fucking blind can see
Already feel what it's like to have saliva shootin out my teeth
Paired with me talkin bout alc in the 1920s
Needless to say that I don't speak too easily
So When I spit my Genius page filled up with mondegreens
But y'all can stay debating as long as ya keep mind on me
Just don't let the meaning play some hide n seek
Cuz if I wasn't speaking real you wouldn't ever hear my conscious preach
My life's a beach man, I won't flex and say I beat the bleak
But y'all don't know the story, gotta listen to the Conch's Breeze
Jesus never pleaded Pontius please, or got in his knees
So y'all can crucify me but behind the mic Imma Beast
And what do beasts do? They gone mother Fucking feast
JK Rowling couldn't find me in her wildest dreams
Or any other series she intends to write for the geeks
You can't define me, confine me, bust right outta the seams
You must have heard me rustling or something up in the trees
Stick my worm in every apple til I meet Jimmy Iovine
And I don't need Jay-Z, to rescue me stranded at sea
When I can carve a new wave like Katara out of a beat
Cause a fleet of arctic tsunamis to impede upon the fuckin
Harbor of N'o'leans In August and y'all will still be callin it
Heat, Even if Rajon was ballin with me

[Chorus]
I ain't got a biography just know I did that shit
I just got a discography, so you know I did that shit
Ain't gotta know your mythology to know the Rap Olympus
Started at the bottom, and I ain't been back since (Ahh)

[Verse 2]
Ain't a part of conglomerates
If that shit isn't obvious
Ain't got lawyer if you copying
Cuz they know you ain't got the wits
Stacking up short to Royce by an inch
But let him know that I'm coming up quick
Joints with Preemo are free throws so I'm going for threes so speedily I'm sick
My spit mint spritzing mist on my fist epidermis
It's hypothermic get the Med kit and a tourniquet
Amputate it and beat you with it every turn I get
Come off wound up and howlin when actually I'm intricate
Like how Howie and Howard Stern would sound if
Both of their genetics found themselves in a mix
A creature of habit crossed with a creature of babblin
Happen to combine in a bad lab accident
Feelin like an experiment from Lilo and Stitch
Beat you dizzy with the clicker and kick you in the ditch
You ambitious rappers had excavated to put me in
Wake up on a separate channel askin what's the sitch
Concussion got you thinkin that the sky is fallin
Just as if you're the little boy from the Disney Chick Flick
So confident they told Kim to “Ask him if it's possible”
And I can tell you without a popsicle that it's plausible
Jamie Heinemann should hire me, that would be awesome
Come at him with savage rhymer-y, lyrical bars and
Bring the guy to tears as I unleash my whole arsenal
Break him down like the Fire Ball at the Ohio State Carnival
Don't group me up with these fuckin jokes
I'm an isotope
I like to be isolated, quite a claustrophobe
But when provoked
I'll scare you straight, on the pay roll as
Mike Pence's personal homophobe
I came before my homophones
Without a throw of a bone

[Chorus]
I ain't got a biography just know I did that shit
I just got a discography, so you know I did that shit
Ain't gotta know your mythology to know the Rap Olympus
Started at the bottom, and I ain't been back since (Ahh)