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Typical Cats - "Qweloquiallisms"
Lyrics to Qweloquiallisms : For the hell of it You spit irrelevant Delicate flows Speak child Intelligent, Mellow shit kills fellowships _ freestyles Smile. Punch lines can crush the spines of the skeptics Perfection stepped in Three guesses who the best is Check it, Check it Hello, Hello Yo Yo I am, I ams dumb, dumb Can, Can Qwel, Qwel rock, rock' Well, Well um, um Fear, fear kids, kids Cans, cans spray paint _ Look out below, its that flow that you were shoutin bout so loud Crush flows in mudslides Ha ha that ra['] in punchlines Funny like when the thug sun dies at moonrise Im sunshine Echos at graveyards are speakin of us[Echoed] Seekin to touch those rainbow demons breathin beneath graffiti buffs Feed the needy Fucking bleeding down the side of silver snakes _ in a hollow-safeguard['] Dollars in graveyards fill your graves Listen through submission and sadistic cultures And demons guns surround our suns like Copernicus-tic vultures Soldiers clothing Golden swoling(') Souls in carcass herses Curse your first-person And search for serpents in our verses Your crew bleeds too profusely Who gave groupies _ Standing over the remains of a slain fifth-grade class mate Whos got cooties Excuse me, emcees Pretending not to envy me But readily sending he_ of frenzy centipedes Motherfuckers lack intensity And cant rhyme either I see words, split em in twice with reverbs Become a believer You blow like youre poprocks with 3 liters The shits on.['] Snap your fat lackin tracks in half Mine are big-boned These styles be free Qwel sees above weak emcees Decibel levels An infinite _ Tesicle Jokes Investinin broke for lines Not as dope as mine Needs work rehearse your speech slurs I won like three thirds Censor the census On my five senses And unisex the mutants Till the glitches in my wrist digits salute the richest humans The worst heard herbal verbalist My thirst for herbs further disturbs this itch Servin kids, track Turnicates, Smashin furnishings after class With the get in your ass pass, rappin backwards Askin for herbs and the last laugh, laugh [ Qweloquiallisms Lyrics ]
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