Drop Like You Like (Remix)

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Thomas...
I drop rigid bodies on these rigid bodies, these my bars.
Trim the fat off lines, send lipids trotting, these ya cars?
That's where's from these sparks and scars, no barks.
You claim you park in the park when it's stark dark.
But you're really just alone at home, sour, tart.
I've been rapping for six months. This the start.
Rapping slow, snail, these bars still go over your head.
Like the man mail's my ride smiles cute, no, er, head.
All day I'm thinking bars like a conscience convicted convict
Who lost it. They take the truth and frost it. I glossed it, tossed it.
I stand behind these bars, no convict. Sweet! Diatonic.
These people pop under pressure. Orville Redenbacher.
My wordplay muscle's hard. I oar and then play soccer.
Yuh. I'm always at the drawing board and you're just off your rocker.
I don't pay for parking so I got on the wrong curb.
I'm sure and they curt for sure.
 
I'm winnin, no stipend, no lies, and no timing, there's no RAM.
You don't haul crap, you're unemployed, there's no RAM.
And English class is not in it. There's no dam.
Cause they tryna cap my flow. Kinda.
But they kinda failed, like grades in the binda. Mind of...
My heart's in this rap ish.
I'm Humming, taps ish.
Ish cause you can't describe it.
Ya flow got issues, diet 5:2- "Then try it!"
my brain wipes UFClean, UFC.
I'm striking new cords, new clef, see?
Make sense before you make cents.
This wasn't always here, I had to pitch the tent.
I'm rapping slow like Western Digital, blue to green HDD.
Drinking alphabet soup for these bars and tasty D.
I punchlines, Braille machine.
Hard bars, hammer, nail machine.
 
These guys breaking out of bars, sparrow.
I'm fly, no sparrow. Off-color names, Darrow.
Mind sharper than Gillette. Roll on success, hill's pet.
I'll win, he'll bet. I'm raining gigahertz, see my wet kicks.
People watching, Netflix, for my next hit. Your best hit sucks like your neck's bit.
But I told you to get that tonic already. My pneumonics are ready.
People ratting out eachother, bubonics, all ready.
When this is done you'll say I cheated, that's why I'm undefeated.
Flow's heavy like it's leaded.
I want my gigahertz cheap like a Pentium.
Juicy J tipping but I penny 'em.
I've got my army, it don't matter how many's of 'em.
They can arm their army but I'm still barring bar none- Tarri.
I got bars like Gate's, moving through Windows / windows (sunlight)
 
No strings attached they explored. It's like Cable. Can't cut the cord.
I'm default. Knees sprawled. Sixteen writing sixteens on sixteen.
If it's a simple phone. Simple flow, blood from simple bones. Chewing complexity.
Kin press no rest to see- just kidding. I mainly rap sitting.
But I'm for real. Your washy-clean, maps depending
On directionless people- maybe the other way.
I'm suit-and-tie, no small business, I'll keep Saturdays.
 
Got flow- bleed
I'm well red / read, menstrual, see
 
My mentor send for supplies
My ten for them four supplies
Those fingers- I linger
 
My man methed, high, treble cleffed to death
Left him in debt
Powerless / power lessed prawns- bronze
I'm shady, graphics card
This a music video, graphic bars.
 
my colonies be on all them, lose, Gauguin all right, man.
my low fees freeze on all "him". Lose man, men, all night, man.
Talking SSDs with my mind in a solid state.
Talking worm building with my mind on the solid bait.
More punchlines than a comedian that's solid overplayed.
He's overplayed, but I parade evade. Make lemonade, my trade.
Gates made it. Jobs copies like my printer, knowledge raid.

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IronDomain
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