Gym Class Heroes - Food For Mic Skills Lyrics
Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicksOsiris had the flyest but Im all about Axion, Verbal bigspinI Crooked grind your melon for not listenin,Im beyond regular, you stuck in fakie positionThe funny thing is I dont skate but Ill deflate your whole egoManipulate your face and replace it with something uglier thanThe product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin a baby(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstoodI got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losinContusions are placed across the bodies of any challengersIll leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,As whack emcees continue scuffin their knees,Suckin the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,Ima keep on doin my thing,Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing,Who wanna bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,Act silly and youll get split down the middle like a Philly gets,Ive had enough of all these silent menaces,Im for peace but youll get quickly deceased with violent sentences,The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,you aint a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoyHot shit will burn and blister you boyWe manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,Invade your space like feathers from down parkas,We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,We drinkin fortys from the fountain of youth,And when we done were pissin innocence,Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense dont necessarily pay the rentOr the phone bills, you cant trade food for mic skills,But if you could Id be eating lovely, believe me.Travis McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,These other rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),Im sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if atAnytime shit gets to hard to handle Im going out raw,Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell,Steppin out the darkness with an army of creeps,Caffeine aint allowin Travis to get no sleep,Cause cats speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,Shoutin out Brooklyn, knowin that they from Wisconsin,Thats why Im always concentratin when Im puffin cheeba,We down with New York State and the city of Geneva,G-Towns my residence thats where I stack my dead presidents,And in my mind it aint no time for irrelevance, come on nowI thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouths a lyrical berrettaBut betterYETI make you Sweat like Keith,And have your whole crew fallin out like rotten teeth.We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,Invade your space like feathers from down parkas,We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,We drinkin fortys from the fountain of youth,And when we done were pissin innocence,Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense dont necessarily pay the rentOr the phone bills, you cant trade food for mic skills,But if you could Id be eating lovely, believe me.Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?GCH will make it happen regardless of the element,From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin,Who got your mamas hands clappin?Zappin cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin sweet over stale ass beats,Come on get serious, youre making me furious with these lame clichs and whack hooksOh you aint feelin me? Ill beat you to death with black books,Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,Im creepin six deep with seven swords of drunk piratesWith eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,so they dont sleep and stay dodgin car crashes,Ill smash your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,Bash you with a mic so hard Ill leave your name swollen,Cut to the chase Ill just get to the point first, cause franklyYoure shit is worse than Fred Dursts best verse,AND(AND)ITS(ITS)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,Invade your space like feathers from down parkas,We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,We drinkin fortys from the fountain of youth,And when we done were pissin innocence,Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense dont necessarily pay the rentOr the phone bills, you cant trade food for mic skills,But if you could Id be eating lovely, believe me.
