Jonwayne - Numbers on the Hoard Lyrics
[Verse 1]Burn the sage on these corporate waves,They know I'm a sadist, run these rappers grills on a latheCatching fades like baseball, I put em in a 7th inning stretcher,Reflex measures are on display,Toe-to-toe with me will get you gray scaleOn a white tee with black eyes and blue dispositionMany parched *****es are thirsty for my positionI flow like Aquafina, they watch like dinner theaterThrough a peep hole and grab the PeterAnd they still wonder why I like the surface of Venus, and getting meanerNo amount of money is purchasing my demeanorI got demons, fiending for younger souls to screamI got demons, shit I eat with themIn fact they're the ones that tell me if I need more seasoningI body rock the biopsy turntable,All Cain and no Abel, all man and no fablePanhandlers are looking at my flow for goldCan't smell me, sniffing through a broken nose.Throat stoic, ho, this is raw prose opiumFrom open-toed blowdian, honorable mentionWho started to get a name for *****ing up all the sessionsAnd ducking these life lessons all there is, is mic checkingLet me catch my breath for a second...[Verse 2](Mother*****ers can't rhyme no more, about crime no more)Shit, they just go to twitter instead and settle scoresYour brain is looking pretty simple on the floorI'm taking Armstrong steps while you're tripping on the chordI'm stepping over your head, getting over these rappersWho laying with stale bread in a bed, y'all some vegetables,Doing white girl wishing you were white girlsRapping with the white girls, dressing like some white girlsMC's are Avril LavigneAnd gotta do that Miley Cyrus just to feel like they're kingI wasn't born with the scepter and ring, I'm a kleptoPterodactyl with 3rd rail mouth, it's but a dreamYou better realize who the illest isThis ain't a game so I ain't *****ing with scrimmagesI can assure you I'm realFlash some paper and I'll start to appearAnd my competition wants to appealI'm the best kept secret, tell your boys not to keep it
