Paper Mache (Dirty) lyrics
by 7L
[Intro: Rahsheed (AKA Maylay Sparks)]
Yeah, everybody get up like I said. Rick Smooth, what up? (Everybody in the front, get up! What up?!?) Tah Shamel. Yo, itâs Maylay Sparks, 2001
[Verse 1: Rahsheed (AKA Maylay Sparks)]
In the silhouette, standing erect
Tower projects, insects cling to the steps
Oral sex, my head blessed, Backwoods
Steamed in conquest, the cello rest against my chest
Stroke the songstress in unison, yeah, itâs our heart
Feeling support on my dolos, V cut the bottle
Siento portal, my journal read and spoken external
Through mass verbal, my herbal habit Magic, Puff
Dragon and purple, my inner circle violate it
Suckers annihilated, shroom, weâre playing MF Doom
Plum skins, Iâma fondle âem. Ten more stamps
That ainât no problem, laser light, power sublime
Sound leaking through the Terrordome, big gold chains
And herringbones from Yellowstone, parties on the rocks
In Arizonâ to Stonehenge (Rocked ill fests)
(From London to Sweden) And Londonâs fans? They X-ed out. Long binge
Pour me the next stout, bounced all the wack emcees out
[Hook: Rahsheed and (Sample)]
They canât win
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
n*ggas soft, canât come off, itâs embarrassing
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
I said, âMash out, smash mouth, go in they glass chinâ
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
I do this often, Philly to Boston, Rahâ blends
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
[Verse 2: Rahsheed (AKA Maylay Sparks)]
In full effect, records get wrecked, Percocets
Hennessey fifth, chase it with Becks
Fleeing suspect: Maylay. Controversy
The Bill of Rights entice the most forbidden of privileges
Rolling dice, I melt ice, draw the stars
Rinse the earth of negativity, blew out the torch
On Lady Liberty, quill pens, ink dispense
Confederated to true heads, Asian and
The African kids, whites with dreads, and fluent Orientals
Love instrumentals and label-lick, slip in abyss
Slipping a disk
[Verse 3: Louis Logic]
Slip âem a hit of this
Strychnine-laced-up ridiculousness and watch âem trip
Like they slipped on a slick patch of oil
And dispatched the royal blue boys to chase
âCause when the poison takes effect, theyâll destroy this place
Enjoy the taste of avoiding space and time with your tongue depressed
Flat on a white acid tab like Hunter S
Then become depressed âcause you wish youâre the guy thatâs rhyming
Nonetheless, itâs Louis in the sky with diamonds (Louis in the sky with diamonds!)
Going âBling, bling!â âcause if the cops had an inkling
Of the Mickeys I slipped kids, Iâd be thrown in Sing Sing
Iâm talking more Mickeys than a whoreâs hickeys
Or, even worse, Iâve served more Mickeys than Walt Disney (Say what?!?)
You didnât hear me? My verses make your vertebrae
Curve away from trips like Iâm the new Tim Leary
[Hook: Rahsheed and (Sample)]
We bounced all the wack emcees out, they canât win
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
n*ggas soft, canât come off, itâs embarrassing
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
I said, âMash out, smash mouth, go in they glass chinâ
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
I do this often, Philly to Boston, Rahâ blends
(âWhat you say to me is just paper-thinâ)
[Verse 4: Celph Titled]
Iâm envisioned as
A microphone Samaritan âcause n*ggas say I rhyme nice
Challenge you to battle and take you out like pork fried rice
Motherf*ckers ainât ready for the Celph Titled onslaught
Try to embrace the flow and then a packâll rip your arms off
My beats are classic like novels by Charles di*kens
Bury your body in cement blocks and watch the plot thicken
My frame of mind is on exhibit at museums
And my show is in the Guinness book for filling up coliseums
I play b*tches like radio stations and straight FM / F âem
A Super Mario n*gga that lay pipe without discretion
Iâm Iâll, barbeque your ice up on the grill
Make you relocate to farmlands with cows and windmills
(Ayyo, Celph, this ainât a battle. I think youâre hallucinating)
I see no evil, inflict blindness in the eyes of Satan
Blurry vision, but still a marksman who straight spray darts
The emcee on stage seen in the mind of Maylay Sparks
[Verse 5: Apathy]
Blood-breather, rip open your chest, take a breath
Fill the lungs with red sess. When getting high, I smoke death and meet
The Grim Reaper for reefer, nickel-bag full of souls
Secrete a poison, toxic chronic, put the beast in a sleeper hold
My hellfire is cold, I be bold, writing my soul
I never sold, I broke the mold like Christâs bread was old
Behold: my comingâs foretold, take off your mind blindfold
âCause Iâm so fly, the Fifty-First Area stole my steelo
I be low like Satanâs basement. Behold the Pale Horse
I snuffed the Grim Reaper, so guess whoâs the replacement?
I wait âtil dark, stalk while you walk through parks
Until the Son of Samâs dog barks at Maylay Sparks