Grim Fandango lyrics

by

Cadence Weapon


Skulls like crossbones, boneheads and barelimbs
A spare grim when I tear the heir apparent
Daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples
Using the useful lights that would suit his pupils
Looking at suitable samples a chance be sold
I'm not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold
I'm rational even when i'm slashing your nose
They think it i'll snatch your nose quick
On a pass with show flicks
I'm just pass with flow sh*t
No diss like your progress, i know best
You can role a script without blown test
I notice they no this is no diss
Just showmanship on my programs
Which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised
To my place in complacency at the manblades
Memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid
Dance devil, dance grim
Fandango fade

Yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor
Cause I got thick skin like myxedema
And on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech
Princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak
This is bunker rap, punks react
Put screens when the the thunder claps
f*ck knowing I rap truth, well-versed in a ledge
Punchlines smack you gap-toothed like Percy Sledge
As the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it
If you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i'll bust
A capillary and bust another one above that
And i'll cop one of your late records
Yes, i'm f*cking with that, i see you bumping with gats
I'm slapping you wrists, amble your sh*t, student
I'm the master of diss
I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks
So a star was born, now you have no ass to risk

I flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle
I might as well keep it all alphabetical
If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats
That makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me
And if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you
And I know you don't wanna twirl with bars
Cause if you and I verse we'll end up worlds apart
I got one love for twenty-two 2's with scene flow
Change the station with amazing grace, they call me "free-throw"
It ain't foreplay for banisters to doorway
A whore say "play four" while I say "foreplay"
Damn right I f*ck fans, and i rush up live ringers
Meaning I f*ck-up fans, get punched by five fingers
Line splitters, catch D.A.K Day Tripper
A six shooter who does seven sins
To make eight figures

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