[Verse 1: Trademarc]
We’re young, bored, not dumb, self-absorbed
Numb heroes unsung
Now I’ve been holding my tongue (Why?)
Cause slang sound dumb when you’re over thirty-one
When you’re overdone, over-hyped, overpaid
Overnight stars can’t write two bars without an oversight
Fronting like an overbite
It’s only right (What?) there’s been a lot of lonely nights
Where I struggle and fight well I cope
Is like juggling knifes on sight
Ropes at a frightening height
Wrists like open both, writing suicide notes
With knots in your throat like boxes of votes
What’s wrong? I’ve seen enough doctors in cloaks
It’s unimpressive, I’m clinical
Manic depressive, cynical
Mood swings move like rings
Cyclical, panic obsessive, I can be aggressive
It’s typical to find me ripping you, it’s overly excessive
Everything I spit at you, admit it you openly try to ridicule
But you could never swallow everything you bit into
Straight out, more or less you gonna fade out
Laid out before like you like a shadow when the shade out
Don’t make me pull the one plus eight out
[Chorus]
Are you listening?
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the east
East Coast boom-bap, pm to the am
The revolution is near, are you listening?
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdose
If I had to choose a coast I got to choose the east
East Coast Avengers, pm to the am
Some say the revolution is near, are you listening?
East Coast boom-bap all day
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
I let a wild bull loose on the White House lawn
Twenty minutes later I had the President on the horn
Word is born, and that’s real talk
With phony silence, one look in my rhyme book homie and it’s only violence
At the telly in a bathrobe with loaded chrome
Vacation in Boca Raton left you with broken bones
If you provoke it it’s on, that means we get it popping
Cop a thousand bricks from a thousand cops at a government auction
We rap regurgitators, repeat my verse, my fans say shit cause my words contagious
In hindsight I guess I rhyme like no other MC can rhyme like
Think you better then I’m like, “Yeah right.”
Cause ain’t nobody that sounds like this
I’m a motherfucking rap perfectionist
So all the other MC’s that came before me
Gotta realise that I am the future, you will adorn me
And did I mention that I’m pitching crack?
Underhand with rubber bands and my East Coast Avengers mask
Begin my wrath in a Samurai sword stance
Though you went to Heaven but got denied by the doorman
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Esoteric]
After PE but before Flavor of Love
After Jay-Z but before he got played in clubs
There was an MC spitting that wasn’t afraid of blood
That wasn’t afraid of struggle, that wasn’t afraid to muscle
His way into the game with hustle like Russel and have a cheque
We power forward, you were gone, just a passing threat
Plus that hood you grew up that’s the top of a bassinet
You’re more metal than ghetto son of Geppetto
I’m a rebel yelling devil, I’m a level your empire
Y’all fail again, we got the Midi Alien
East Coast Avengers dawg, I ain’t in blood
Lie in the mud, run for cover
Thought they fly in the SCUD’s
You can’t handle bare facts with the mind of a bug
These thugs wanna go out with a bang but die with a sigh and a thud
Tell me what’s good with that, tell me what’s hood with that
Tell me you’re pushing a pen dawg and I’ll push you crack
[Chorus]
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“Y’all fail again, we got the _Midi Alien_”
it refers to DC the Midi Alien
ah cool. thanks
the last bar of Celph’s verse is:
begin my wrath in a Samurai sword stance/
though you went to Heaven but got denied by the doorman