Purple Cabbage by The Thought Lyrics
[Intro]
Food For Thought, yo
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, for your patience
[Verse 1]
For your patience, my patients, a token of gratitude
Traced ancients I'm placin', tokin' to gain latitude
Lacin' stations with well-thought abnormality
If Mac Miller's the standard, I'm gon stab normality
Take tabs or cordiality, Thought won't redden a dime
Take dabs, originality comes not from the unmentioned dime
From within the mind, creation is created
On Food For Thought y'all dine, show appreciation
Demonstration of my lyric laceration maddens the fakin'
Saddened by separation the nation from their whack presentation
Representation of the real people, where the hip-hop heads?
Bumpin' Thought cause I ain't in it for cash or a bitch in my bed
Several stitches, medical card got me my meds
When the opportunity comes, I'll be talking at TED
Walkin' the dead, watchin' ahead of the passerby
Gasser sty, acid flies, keep me floatin' on the sky
On the rye I want my sandwich, when I die I hope I vanish
Y'all nasty like bad radish, no wonder rap's so famished
Purple cabbage in my salads, purple grammage in my salads
Urkel's bammage by the gallon up the ass of Drake's whack ballads
Khaled ain't no disc jockey, he just jockeys dicks
Fags everywhere in the game, bitch, take your pick
Bitch, take this hit, go show it to your girlfriends
Itchin' to take the summit as mine 'til the world ends
[Interlude]
(It's nothin', that's why I know I'm owed somethin'
And I'mma stay here til I'm paid and owed nothin'
They gon take their cut so why shouldn't I
Eliminate the middleman who thought they couldn't die?)
[Verse 2]
J-CLAUD done learned trends, where has that got him?
Twenty-eight, still before the fame, waiting for autumn?
In the summer of his lifespan
Summer, gimme hummer, later Sodom
Combined Jay-Z and Akon
That's that fap-fap-rap masturbator totem
I rot 'em when I blow out the underground, already grown
Dropping tracks to blow sub-woofers
You punks are already blown
Writin' songs on my iPhone that don't work as a phone
Aim to give them hoes moans, don't fuck with that monotone
Just that moan-OH-tone, just that marveled flow from Dena
Tryna hit the game as hard as Ike was hittin' Tina
Hard as Bob was hitting Whitney, just to represent
Ragin' on the stage just to teach y'all what temper meant
So what's my temperament? Fuck man, I don't really know
Check my temperature, I usually run about Ninety-Six-Oh
Got that Ninety-Six flow on them Twenty-One-Four beats
As white as the falling snow, but fuck y'all this here's some sleet
Now take a seat, everybody, lemme show you how it's done
Here to do it right, not just here to have some fun
Not just here to make some muns
But damn right, that shit's expected
Waterin' the ganja plants y'all motherfuckers done neglected
Thought gon remind you that the old school's resurrected
Imagined Herbal, purple cabbage, your pass has been rejected
Uh
Imagined Herbal, purple cabbage, your pass has been rejected...
Food For Thought, yo
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, for your patience
[Verse 1]
For your patience, my patients, a token of gratitude
Traced ancients I'm placin', tokin' to gain latitude
Lacin' stations with well-thought abnormality
If Mac Miller's the standard, I'm gon stab normality
Take tabs or cordiality, Thought won't redden a dime
Take dabs, originality comes not from the unmentioned dime
From within the mind, creation is created
On Food For Thought y'all dine, show appreciation
Demonstration of my lyric laceration maddens the fakin'
Saddened by separation the nation from their whack presentation
Representation of the real people, where the hip-hop heads?
Bumpin' Thought cause I ain't in it for cash or a bitch in my bed
Several stitches, medical card got me my meds
When the opportunity comes, I'll be talking at TED
Walkin' the dead, watchin' ahead of the passerby
Gasser sty, acid flies, keep me floatin' on the sky
On the rye I want my sandwich, when I die I hope I vanish
Y'all nasty like bad radish, no wonder rap's so famished
Purple cabbage in my salads, purple grammage in my salads
Urkel's bammage by the gallon up the ass of Drake's whack ballads
Khaled ain't no disc jockey, he just jockeys dicks
Fags everywhere in the game, bitch, take your pick
Bitch, take this hit, go show it to your girlfriends
Itchin' to take the summit as mine 'til the world ends
[Interlude]
(It's nothin', that's why I know I'm owed somethin'
And I'mma stay here til I'm paid and owed nothin'
They gon take their cut so why shouldn't I
Eliminate the middleman who thought they couldn't die?)
[Verse 2]
J-CLAUD done learned trends, where has that got him?
Twenty-eight, still before the fame, waiting for autumn?
In the summer of his lifespan
Summer, gimme hummer, later Sodom
Combined Jay-Z and Akon
That's that fap-fap-rap masturbator totem
I rot 'em when I blow out the underground, already grown
Dropping tracks to blow sub-woofers
You punks are already blown
Writin' songs on my iPhone that don't work as a phone
Aim to give them hoes moans, don't fuck with that monotone
Just that moan-OH-tone, just that marveled flow from Dena
Tryna hit the game as hard as Ike was hittin' Tina
Hard as Bob was hitting Whitney, just to represent
Ragin' on the stage just to teach y'all what temper meant
So what's my temperament? Fuck man, I don't really know
Check my temperature, I usually run about Ninety-Six-Oh
Got that Ninety-Six flow on them Twenty-One-Four beats
As white as the falling snow, but fuck y'all this here's some sleet
Now take a seat, everybody, lemme show you how it's done
Here to do it right, not just here to have some fun
Not just here to make some muns
But damn right, that shit's expected
Waterin' the ganja plants y'all motherfuckers done neglected
Thought gon remind you that the old school's resurrected
Imagined Herbal, purple cabbage, your pass has been rejected
Uh
Imagined Herbal, purple cabbage, your pass has been rejected...