Language Arts representative Josh Theory goes in over Jay Electronica's cut. After the jump, catch the lyrics.
Ninja please, you in a kimono I'm in the dojo you done
Rubber grip on the mic you run when I sho' gun
It's hot from my lips
Touch ya heart you'll have cardiovascular syphilis
He can't breath give him bereavement time
I voice a miracle see me conceive twin rhymes
This is vocal labor no hands no appendages
Not a beast you are fuckin with Godzilla’s lineage
Or you can say the verse arachnid
I spin lines catch fans and weave out a classic
This is J man so much workout from the groupies my dick need a wristband
Air out lines all day I bleed oxygen
Check his rapbook I think he shoots it up with collagen
Fake this is your wake get your cardigan fitted
Oral carcinogen Theory is malignant
So don't worry bout a stroke
You throwing iodized salt I let off and turn yo body into glucose
Verse II
Unlock my phone safety off load a verse let it clap at you
Three megapixel shot you’ll lay in latitude
So put on Josh vinyl and watch
It get more spins than the rotation on ya jumpshot
Raw you are not you are too pristine
Adonis lines my rap chapel is the Sistine
This is upscale underground three-piece suit and goulashes
I'm hearin ya verse and the shit sounds crotch less
While my flow stay aquafied
Women love when I get wood it stay petrified
I love throwing verse stones at the hateful
Rock a nigga to death till the dead is grateful
Even your hooks are paraplegic and you know
I'll see you at your office studio and blow your brains out your booth
Cubicle
And you can find me off my rap job
When Satan apologizes to God
