Calligraphy ft. The Taste of Vomit & Ryan Talbot Lyrics

Prime divine rhymes that coincide with the strides

Align my mind the vibes I glide

Thru the matrix, I take day trips

Create mosaics with my words

Dropping math like algebraic vocal turds

Just don't bug me, I got that juice like a huggie

Lit like a philly on the days thats always sunny

Wit stay punny, but still fresh like Doug E

So I spit poetic shit that make Judy Funnie love me

My third eye advised you were a bitch

I see it clear as day like I got prescribed lenses

I can't comprehend all your whack ass vibes

If you want me giving you plays imma need to be bribed

We from that old school, pen deadly like abestos

Or anthrax, us killing tracks you can't prevent this

Bet we won't let the bad vibes affect us

Wrecking shows and flows you best respect us

My newest tape finna get five mics

Your newest tape barely gets five likes

The groove on this beat is like two damn nice

Fucking nasty with the flow, then we high five twice

Once for each high person in the room

You'll get funked up like parliament if you fuck with my groove

I'm not giving up shit so don't ask to pass the spliff

Cause I got fat sack that you can't match with

I'll strike anywhere and no one gets spared

These words hit hard like the bass and the snare

From out the gutter, shutter speed with the light

Rap so good all the people be like

Hey man you're pretty good at rapping

Bars is bottomless so you know we never slacking

Just stack stacking, the gods is back again

Tagging up holy scripts at the Vatican

The fastest way to stop the flow is touch the faucet

Fucking with people like us will surely get you accosted

Bars hit hard like the first blunt of the day

A lot more than air in ya lungs if you come to me with something to say

Do you get paid to hate? No? Then shut the fuck up

Neither of us getting a check, you ain't making me no bucks

If you ain't paying my bills or giving me head

I never gave a shit about what you've said

Nothing lights up a halo like death

Striving for perfection like it's 95 and I'm chef

Verbal intercourse every time that I speak

Got my knowledge from the God of Criminology

I was brought up on that Co-Flow, Independent As Fuck

Pray to Lord Quas, Del, and all the above

You know it's The Taste of Vomit and Tim motherfucking Jones

We here to spread love, rhyme good, and get stoned