Throw-Away Lines (feat. Bloswick)

If you say that you're an introvert, I'll probably think you're not Cause if you really were one, then we wouldn't have this talk The chances are that you would never be seen on the block And a circle in your living room's the only place you'd walk Outlined in chalk, if you get out of line with me A tea cam a mile, cause I'm chasing you in fatigues AR-15 unseen, making clean contact You're just a square piece of shit, wombat Beyond that, I'm a bomb, ready for combat Walk fast, hit the past, lost in the calm Black Holdin' palms, slap, bent over your mom's Lap A compact, G-Life and Blase, a murder contract Pain is a concept, fear is a topic All of the dead, wait till it's okay to walk In Cause the walk-in freezer is where I'm gonna Leave ya They call me Ebeneezer, cause my greed and Hunger is just bigger I'm hard of head and I'm smarter than dead An appetite for self-destruction and only part of it's fed And I'm fed up, you see me get up, then it's a fight I hit you with that left, left, left, right You shouldn't box with a surly mind Who told you, you could flow, cause they surely lied I am polite, but my time is finite The very best of your words, ain't worth the Worst of mine I remember mine, is this your first time in Rhyme? You're just a rookie, lookie, you're too green Key lime pie, or lemon meringue, heebie-jeebies, you can't hang On the mic, it's a gangbang, hawk to it, this damn thing People used to love to watch Blase speak things Now an absentee definition of what obsolete means Street things like Aya De Vida, yeah I'm high on tequila But sometimes a worm is mi only amiga Nobody cares a kiss of f*ck, we're blah Suspending, they don't wanna hear about your cookie cutter problems Cause they ain't like mine, I've got a venomous soul and a snakebite mind Lights off, heads up, seven up, gates of heaven stuffed Cult leader, drink your Kool-Aid, engines are revving up I'm furious, fast, the alpha squirrel in the furriest mask Slurriest, nasty, curious ass Freaking and giving it, living the difference of a little energy Never gonna be better, but better than all of my enemies Many been drinking heavy, see shot in the head like a Kennedy No, no, no, hang on, yo, yo Bigger and badder with the pitter and patter I could live with my fatter, liver still delivering data Pick up your gat and get up the ladder More quicker and faster when you're at battle Still the batter, it's made of matter that matters Battlestar Galactica is all that I heard in the last words Cause I'm a space nerd from the multiverses They call me Big Dicki Ramiri, culty curses The king of cramming things in, I got bulky hearses Yo, uncovering a new chapter Discovery and shit, lift up the lid if you have to And what is under it A message from you better believe that you cannot f*ck with this The ugliest pugilist, I bob and weave While you bob and kneel on the reel covered in lubricants You jump with joy and jubilance when you see The G-E-O-R-G-E-L-I-F-E The hardest part of being me has gotta be without a doubt All the guilt I hold inside from a life that I'm not proud of But all I can do is stand The weight of the whole world on my shoulders like a man Blast off with the lid off you like a water bottle Have you feeling awful, eating awful, awful falafel These apostles wanna stop the prophets, y'all can't top a blasphemy Crying the hardest G's down with my teeth and watch them soften They're like, no, don't, whoa Like Joey from Blossom when I toss him Leave the bloody, the spot, and the cotton I'm not just dropping rhymes, I'm rotting in my mind And I've lost all purpose in my life and now it's clobbering time Yo, you wanna bet that I'm better trying to calm down Go and pet the chimera I am not trying to fight and get rhymes sayers upset But I'll turn this entire atmosphere into a slugfest My name is Blazwick and I might not rock mics much anymore But if I still did, this is what it sounds like Before I pour out my mind, come take a tour of my mind And you can lick the wounds and swords that seem to score out my mind Keep a score on my life, then lock the door on my life And roll the dice too many times to count my chips up at the end of the night