Word Is Bond by Kyle Moran Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Spend my time lookin' in record stores at old vinyls
I wanna be different
I wanna hit life’s high note
But sometimes
My throat gets clogged up
With mucus till I puke and spit up
This is a problem
But not mine
This is you
Not time
This is true
Waitin' till I can be like Bishop and get all the juice
But all of you
Don’t even believe in me
Even the decency to be freakin’ out is a fiend to me so really G?
Your gonna do that
Your gonna be that way
I remember you telling me my raps are gay
And now, you worship on your knees
Kissin' up to me
Beggin’ back your forgiveness evenly to some degree
I don’t think these people understand correctly
I’m the equivalent of Jesus so try to test me
And wreck me? You can’t crush my bones
Go crush on your bone
I’m too late
This toothache moan is getting
Crazy because rap is getting too sweet
Send a tweet saying the weather forecast
And people throw heat
Send another saying I didn’t mean to be offensive
The same people say I’m a drama queen
There’s no ending
What the hell is this
Of course we’re not living in a metropolis
Because all you care about is a nail polished
And hair particles to garnish astonished when you see what’s upon us
I think one is me
One is my raps
Another is my voice
And I know A fourth is the crap
That you put out
Expecting BillBoard to accept it
While other rappers are out here wreckin’
Just for a chance to be second
Second
Not first, runner up
Not third
But they will take it if it means enough
That’s true heart
You don’t have
The character that they do
Like an emblem and tag
You only care to stay cool
And when you get called a fag
You wanna stay home from school
Because you can’t handle that
You’re a stuck up ass
Like constipation look in my face and
Tell me two things:
What do you see?
And Can you break it?
Fake It?
Nah
The only things I ever thought
Can I make it
Sounding like Logic and Eminem crossed
Then boss
New York City
Ride with me
West coast
I’m next bros
Because I rhyme pretty
Time to kill me
I’ve exposed the government
And your city
They say word is bond
But how they supposed to get me
One track of straight rap
Playback in your Maybach
Back and forth
Forth to back and beating raps
In the casket crap
Dug up the body bag
Nobody laugh
Revitalizing this like a refreshing bubble bath
Stumble in grass
Jumble ten bashing
Words from a rap
And no ones even deciphered it yet
Like Clue Jr
This mystery is one for two two year-
Olds to solve because
The molds dissolved
Odes to joy the old has called
Told to stall
While you go in and told him off
This is
My roll call
Not singing I’m
Not singing
Taking my grimy ass back to straight rappin'
Boom bap in two Lacs
You know it’s all that’s through clappin'
Word is Bond but when the word is gone
Sayings don’t mean jack
Paying for sex is like having someone else write your raps
Word is Bond but when the word is gone
Sayings don’t mean jack
Paying for sex is like having someone else write your raps
Spend my time lookin' in record stores at old vinyls
I wanna be different
I wanna hit life’s high note
But sometimes
My throat gets clogged up
With mucus till I puke and spit up
This is a problem
But not mine
This is you
Not time
This is true
Waitin' till I can be like Bishop and get all the juice
But all of you
Don’t even believe in me
Even the decency to be freakin’ out is a fiend to me so really G?
Your gonna do that
Your gonna be that way
I remember you telling me my raps are gay
And now, you worship on your knees
Kissin' up to me
Beggin’ back your forgiveness evenly to some degree
I don’t think these people understand correctly
I’m the equivalent of Jesus so try to test me
And wreck me? You can’t crush my bones
Go crush on your bone
I’m too late
This toothache moan is getting
Crazy because rap is getting too sweet
Send a tweet saying the weather forecast
And people throw heat
Send another saying I didn’t mean to be offensive
The same people say I’m a drama queen
There’s no ending
What the hell is this
Of course we’re not living in a metropolis
Because all you care about is a nail polished
And hair particles to garnish astonished when you see what’s upon us
I think one is me
One is my raps
Another is my voice
And I know A fourth is the crap
That you put out
Expecting BillBoard to accept it
While other rappers are out here wreckin’
Just for a chance to be second
Second
Not first, runner up
Not third
But they will take it if it means enough
That’s true heart
You don’t have
The character that they do
Like an emblem and tag
You only care to stay cool
And when you get called a fag
You wanna stay home from school
Because you can’t handle that
You’re a stuck up ass
Like constipation look in my face and
Tell me two things:
What do you see?
And Can you break it?
Fake It?
Nah
The only things I ever thought
Can I make it
Sounding like Logic and Eminem crossed
Then boss
New York City
Ride with me
West coast
I’m next bros
Because I rhyme pretty
Time to kill me
I’ve exposed the government
And your city
They say word is bond
But how they supposed to get me
One track of straight rap
Playback in your Maybach
Back and forth
Forth to back and beating raps
In the casket crap
Dug up the body bag
Nobody laugh
Revitalizing this like a refreshing bubble bath
Stumble in grass
Jumble ten bashing
Words from a rap
And no ones even deciphered it yet
Like Clue Jr
This mystery is one for two two year-
Olds to solve because
The molds dissolved
Odes to joy the old has called
Told to stall
While you go in and told him off
This is
My roll call
Not singing I’m
Not singing
Taking my grimy ass back to straight rappin'
Boom bap in two Lacs
You know it’s all that’s through clappin'
Word is Bond but when the word is gone
Sayings don’t mean jack
Paying for sex is like having someone else write your raps
Word is Bond but when the word is gone
Sayings don’t mean jack
Paying for sex is like having someone else write your raps