powerangers

it's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

the money grubber, locomotive train motorcar motive

who dun it? another case of who fucked yo bitch

no snitchin, i'll whisper in your ear "twas naught but a trick"

another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?

you wanna ride? shit man i'll give you the keys man

that's just how it always seems to happen these days

the death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

no sympathy from the homebase across the solar system

no sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

it's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers

lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

fixin up an eye-cam on the top of a pyramid

see the kid, it's just what they told me to did

 

it's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

crazy look if you stare deep into the eyes of madness

what stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

it's nothin' to me, nothin' to me, nothin' to me but smoke on the breeze

keep coolin', pour wine and dine all these dimes i see

fill up each bar with syllables, pray to god i go easy

i know you heard the legends of the godzilla so measly

the descendant of reptilian overlords from a trillion years ago

a trillion years later still controllin the way your simple thoughts flow

yeah,

and like i said that's just daily how it happens

shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

so if you're thinkin of testing the minivillain

know i learned my skills from the very tip-top illest

lyrics crazy, this a power grab

these weak ass motherfuckin rapper cats is just a fad