lyrics
Polymath:
Suckers tremble, I turn minds to rubble
Call me Babur, coz I'm bashing your temple
Disassemble those who's foundation is weak
I make structures collapse with just a little tweak
I'm a beast, best believe I'm prowling in your lair
Claws on your chin and I'm growling in your ears
Smell the beer from my breath, mast malang til I'm dead
Bust my lungs til they red, no return, fuck the meds
Stormin B3 with a G3, not the first Pakistani
To invade this territory, damn I'm sorry
Polymath ain't a peace emissary,
A police adversary, an obese mercenary,
So hop on this merry-go-round if you wanna get down
To the sounds of the militia storming your town
Fuck a joint, fuck a mic, just pass it around
Jay Alvi:
its the sickle wielding sicko, pass the zippo,
let me light one up before i smash this tempo,
attack this instrumental, let me give you some time,
before i spit out the lines that would tickle your mind,
this is a serious joke, look at the stream of the flow, (no turbulence),
seems like its out of control, where is it meaning to go? (you heard of this?)
I murdered this, burning inferno like a furnace is,
an earnest mind, call me the current time Copernicus,
Just a learned kid, ducking on my serpent friends,
Acting real cool, but certainly just purposely,
Only real dudes that be hanging in my circumference,
Gotta keep it a hundred, the double of what Curtis is,
Boom bap shit, this is the real rap shit,
The salmons in the mainstream, going backwards,
We reaching out to the classics, the magic given unto us by the masters.
credits
from
Dasti Bomb,
released August 31, 2019
Beat by Angelo
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