Smooth Criminal by Onyx Grae Lyrics
Smooth Criminal, I make my livings through entering broken homes and pillaging childrenless women cuz catching feelings aint appealing to a villain its more thrilling to be feeling skin smooth as linen. Ive got an affinity for subliminally convincing them into sinning and sending em into shock when they feel the length of my....
Smooth Criminal, its so sinful the things my pen could make the wives of faithful men do in the confines of lines with tithes of my mind's rhymes, in time theyll find time to wine and dine on all the swine I left behind but the pearls are mine. I make her toes curl when words swirl off my tongue and verbs hurl slurs to whirl her world on its axis as I access her trap and snatch the sap and the simple fact that my skill is what you lack to make her come back and ask to grasp my shaft of mathematic magic and adjust to this craftmatic adjustable combustable bed of magmatic matter, I rapture your chatter after you capture this last chapter of laughter at your haphazard, ass backward attempt at attacking yo master, you show the character of a daft bastard. I'm faster than the average rapper, disastrous to the masses of poets passed, I'm amassing a tab of exasperated acts who collasped after I spat. And im only half serious, a mad mixture of a lyricist, theorist, fearless, peerless chemist. Something like a epidemic... Known rip lyrics apart with my lips until they hemorrhage.
Smooth Criminal, sneak into your home through your window and when the wind blows this intro into my mental could reach a crescendo more than ten-fold. For now I’ve got an intense hold on my impulse to impose my will and end foes then send souls of their kin folk to enclosed temples in droves of limos. You chose to go blow for blow though im at a tempo your lento cant catch with innuendo in the end though my sentiment grows for those dense in wit and too slow with prose, you too slow for pros, I suppose you chose the doom that looms from the fumes I exude when I tune into these bafoons and foolish coons who concluded that im deluded and diluted but I refute it. Skill, you cant excuse it. Ruthless when mused by music, the truth is that im the truth bitch. Its stupid, the way I do this. Elusive when you try to dupe it. I spew spit in the eyes of cupid. As you sit in the aisles im abusing my usage of these nouns, I'm a nuisance.
Smooth Criminal, As I make my exit and on to the next trip, now that your homes been stripped naked just accept that I left with whatever respect you had left for yourself. After this theft, I go in-depth into your chest and nest next to the mess of un-checked stress and give you the gift of death by way of duress. I lay it to rest, relay it to the next and jet, you playin by sayin you best. Portraying prey in distress, Grae slay and pray you’ll be kept, out the way of greatness possessed. I arranged an array of prey in dismay after my wordplay sent them into disarray and dismantled then man-handled any man who felt he could handle this cannibal I channel into these hands to strangle and mangle the disabled at my round table. So charge me with armed robbery for assaulting this barking John Doe who chose to throw bars at the Bar King, a lost fiend to Gods Sun, obviously bar none I am THE ONE.
Smooth Criminal, its so sinful the things my pen could make the wives of faithful men do in the confines of lines with tithes of my mind's rhymes, in time theyll find time to wine and dine on all the swine I left behind but the pearls are mine. I make her toes curl when words swirl off my tongue and verbs hurl slurs to whirl her world on its axis as I access her trap and snatch the sap and the simple fact that my skill is what you lack to make her come back and ask to grasp my shaft of mathematic magic and adjust to this craftmatic adjustable combustable bed of magmatic matter, I rapture your chatter after you capture this last chapter of laughter at your haphazard, ass backward attempt at attacking yo master, you show the character of a daft bastard. I'm faster than the average rapper, disastrous to the masses of poets passed, I'm amassing a tab of exasperated acts who collasped after I spat. And im only half serious, a mad mixture of a lyricist, theorist, fearless, peerless chemist. Something like a epidemic... Known rip lyrics apart with my lips until they hemorrhage.
Smooth Criminal, sneak into your home through your window and when the wind blows this intro into my mental could reach a crescendo more than ten-fold. For now I’ve got an intense hold on my impulse to impose my will and end foes then send souls of their kin folk to enclosed temples in droves of limos. You chose to go blow for blow though im at a tempo your lento cant catch with innuendo in the end though my sentiment grows for those dense in wit and too slow with prose, you too slow for pros, I suppose you chose the doom that looms from the fumes I exude when I tune into these bafoons and foolish coons who concluded that im deluded and diluted but I refute it. Skill, you cant excuse it. Ruthless when mused by music, the truth is that im the truth bitch. Its stupid, the way I do this. Elusive when you try to dupe it. I spew spit in the eyes of cupid. As you sit in the aisles im abusing my usage of these nouns, I'm a nuisance.
Smooth Criminal, As I make my exit and on to the next trip, now that your homes been stripped naked just accept that I left with whatever respect you had left for yourself. After this theft, I go in-depth into your chest and nest next to the mess of un-checked stress and give you the gift of death by way of duress. I lay it to rest, relay it to the next and jet, you playin by sayin you best. Portraying prey in distress, Grae slay and pray you’ll be kept, out the way of greatness possessed. I arranged an array of prey in dismay after my wordplay sent them into disarray and dismantled then man-handled any man who felt he could handle this cannibal I channel into these hands to strangle and mangle the disabled at my round table. So charge me with armed robbery for assaulting this barking John Doe who chose to throw bars at the Bar King, a lost fiend to Gods Sun, obviously bar none I am THE ONE.