Dunce Cap lyrics

[verse 1 - TBone] (+ Bon Mot)

It's TBone (and Bon Mot)
Beats booming (bombs dropped)
Speak fluent (non-stop)
Teach truth upon blocks (of stone)

With poems, that build from the ground up
Found the lost tossed aside now it's time to round up
Form up - swarm stuff, aligned in formation
Ask us to repeat if you don't get the information
I'll admit we kept you waiting, we're moving on a planned route
Scanning to expand out, jamming, demand sprouts
Hands out, we'll give you some free sh*t
The knowledge is available you just must seek it
Take out wack selections whenever I see fit
Equip my beat with a sweet kick and heat spit
212 degrees farenheit
All we need is speakers and a pair of mics
On point, sharper than a pairing knife
Barking all the jargon spitting sh*t that makes you very hype

[verse 2 - Bon Mot]

Spitting quick to get sh*t like a nun's wrath
It ain't tight I just like it when my gums flap
Pull back, hipster swag the dunce cap
Tongue lash, don't need a di*k to make you c*nts clap
Dumb cats run trap because it's frontin
I'll talk about anything from everything to nothing
Stack scratch without a lab above my oven
If they dropping sh*t, I'm spitting draino through the plumbing
Your foundation is complacency in music
Take your propaganda and replace it with my bullsh*t
The difference is I'm spitting from a pulpit
Bon Mot is holier than thou like a prude is
When I put out, I know it's rushed
You say oh that's nice, that's real polite, your cheeks are flushed
You say it's the drinks but I ain't ever seen your cup
So I swallow up the Dutch and throttle bottles like a clutch
Then wonder why it is I always seem to do that
Walking home I bum a half a pack like a hood rat
Spend nights working on a version of a new track
Wishing I was better at the only thing I'm good at
With perfection comes practice
Wackness is determined by how dope you're acting
Need confessions like I need lessons on hat tricks
I figure by my third work I'll prolly be bat sh*t