Kon Algo by Teeawgo Lyrics
I'ma just be doing me, producing frees, sicker than a mucus sneeze
Proud of what I grew to be, US, yellow blue and green
I paint a picture, isn't perfect, only few can see
A true MC, no truancy to get the crowd to move their feet
UNC blue, these smurfs are see-through
The way they choking and the way they frozen like a igloo
Like he's too cold, if they step, I'll make their feet glued
Dweeb goons, I've been writing poetry since preschool
Hatsune Miku, FL Stud beats, too
70 in fact, don't use them cus I don't need to
And they're not up to par, this 90's stuff is hard
It's like I chug a cup of tar before I chuck these bars
A lucky charm from a renaissance-y leprechaun
Like every song he's mentioned on is many wrong, my head is strong
I'm hard-headed, my bars menacingly shard-shred
I'm card-betting that I'm better than your favorite tard repping
I mark sections of the planet that I dominated
Stanzas that they modulated, autotune and populated
Ago F. Baby, F is for fuck no
Kicking ass so much, I went and got a stubbed toe
And now they're yelling uncle
It's the d-o-r-k, my beats and bars stay
On point, my voice is what they're hearing all day
And if you're leaving harm's way, then chances are you're hiding
I climbed the beanstalk, started battling the giant
I'm a lion with a heart of gold, fire at a carnival
Traveled up to Narnia, be miring the Chronicles
Monocle and a mustache, keep it classy
Sike, I'm a fucking slob, so freaking nasty
My physique was fatty, a face of grease and acne
Regardless, I still got your goddess girl peeping at me
Every since I started rapping, nothing's changed
Just that now, people remember my fucking name
I got a buck of change, a bit of luck and fame
And a Rubbermaid stuffed with phrases that'll bust they brains
Come and stay for the main event
It's the Wake kid that still gets paid in cents
It ain't goodbye without a faretheewell
Bout time, been dying to leave this carousel
Mary Bell state of mind with Brown Howes and caramels
Wish you could see how my spirit's merest larynx felt
Melt, when Lotus flies to Los Angie
With Willy Wonka and Charlie Brown to frost candies
Pokemoning versus wild Rick Ross stampedes
Yankee won't admit, but this shit isn't all dandy
I'm rather honorable, improv is methodical
Pulling out hair follicles, Mike Vicking Bionicles
Looking quite spiffy with a collar pulled and monocle
And yes, I make sense bitch, a whole fucking dollar full
Follow the leader with the solubles, syllables
I'm on the pinnacle of figure of speech and literal
It's pitiful, it's the ridicule of metaphors
Eleanor, rose around and tell em they've been said before
Proud of what I grew to be, US, yellow blue and green
I paint a picture, isn't perfect, only few can see
A true MC, no truancy to get the crowd to move their feet
UNC blue, these smurfs are see-through
The way they choking and the way they frozen like a igloo
Like he's too cold, if they step, I'll make their feet glued
Dweeb goons, I've been writing poetry since preschool
Hatsune Miku, FL Stud beats, too
70 in fact, don't use them cus I don't need to
And they're not up to par, this 90's stuff is hard
It's like I chug a cup of tar before I chuck these bars
A lucky charm from a renaissance-y leprechaun
Like every song he's mentioned on is many wrong, my head is strong
I'm hard-headed, my bars menacingly shard-shred
I'm card-betting that I'm better than your favorite tard repping
I mark sections of the planet that I dominated
Stanzas that they modulated, autotune and populated
Ago F. Baby, F is for fuck no
Kicking ass so much, I went and got a stubbed toe
And now they're yelling uncle
It's the d-o-r-k, my beats and bars stay
On point, my voice is what they're hearing all day
And if you're leaving harm's way, then chances are you're hiding
I climbed the beanstalk, started battling the giant
I'm a lion with a heart of gold, fire at a carnival
Traveled up to Narnia, be miring the Chronicles
Monocle and a mustache, keep it classy
Sike, I'm a fucking slob, so freaking nasty
My physique was fatty, a face of grease and acne
Regardless, I still got your goddess girl peeping at me
Every since I started rapping, nothing's changed
Just that now, people remember my fucking name
I got a buck of change, a bit of luck and fame
And a Rubbermaid stuffed with phrases that'll bust they brains
Come and stay for the main event
It's the Wake kid that still gets paid in cents
It ain't goodbye without a faretheewell
Bout time, been dying to leave this carousel
Mary Bell state of mind with Brown Howes and caramels
Wish you could see how my spirit's merest larynx felt
Melt, when Lotus flies to Los Angie
With Willy Wonka and Charlie Brown to frost candies
Pokemoning versus wild Rick Ross stampedes
Yankee won't admit, but this shit isn't all dandy
I'm rather honorable, improv is methodical
Pulling out hair follicles, Mike Vicking Bionicles
Looking quite spiffy with a collar pulled and monocle
And yes, I make sense bitch, a whole fucking dollar full
Follow the leader with the solubles, syllables
I'm on the pinnacle of figure of speech and literal
It's pitiful, it's the ridicule of metaphors
Eleanor, rose around and tell em they've been said before