All Bets Off

Stoke the fire, grow it til it's higher Emcees say they're nice I say spoken like a true liar The situations dire, awoken in the moment They get thrown into the fryer Because I'm dead pan dumb Let me rap for a few seconds Give you some new presence Truth in the booth plus some new lessons The true essence of putting words together With a beat, bringing heat to defeat Any crews stepping, and I'm cool hedging My bets, of course I will pick the right horse The rest are just Mules, fledglings Do not care what these dudes selling All I know is that these goofs smelling unpleasant They dumb peasants, glued to the screens in hands In fact it's too depressing, only a few repping The prose on paper caper heist elevator To the top where the vapour Makes me feel like Darth Vader These aren't Star Wars but I got my light saber In the form of a pen and a pencil Doesn't matter the instrumental, you get sliced And Mauled like the devil from Episode 1 Verbal guns firing on all cylinders Hemi with the Semi out the window Shimmy Shimmy Shimmy Shimmy Y'all Gimme Gimme Gimme all your loot Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot You licking the boots, saying gimme the boot I don't care where you stand But you better not call the cops Because they're killing us, we gotta demand Reprimanding, they're standing, police state Military industrial complex, Stockholm syndrome In your home with the bomb vests Big brother Tech, looking over your, digital shoulder To discover your sober thoughts So they develop their plots to increase the lot Increase the Amazon, until we're devastated Wandering lost, basically bots Essentially parts of the consumer base to line the pock Kets but I gotta rock it constant through the space and time Blow your mind, find designs of words sublime Until the final line is spoken I'm going top speed Mopping up the floor, mocking these rap hordes Thinking that they scoring like Gordie Howe Elbows flying, crosscheck applying Eye to the top of the heap, yeah You know that I'm wiling Like Coyote, Elmer Fud with the Gun Gun I stun you, like Spock, grab your neck, make it bop Gonna need a mop, cuz I'm wiping up the floor With these dummies, I'm cleaning up All Bets Off, class is in session, I got a Kalashnikov I'm a Professor of words, now run for your Verbs I get absurd with every verse