B. Boyd - Bo Zeaux (feat. Taxicab & The Mockery & The Method) Lyrics

(No)
(No, I j-)
(I just want people to know that I only rap for the money)
Okay here we go again
Brendan and his men
I'm on a tear, take a chair
Cuz you're facing your end
I'll say it again
I'm making no mistakes or amends
I'm chasing no trends
And baby we're not playing pretend
Amen we're in the mezzanine
Yelling "Eminem will never be
A tenth as eloquent as me"
Bend to the will of the pencil please
Said to be the best yet evidently
Every MC tends to bet against me
Neck deep in the frenzy
Enemies tell me to be friendly
I hope y'all ready
For the breakneck pace we're known to initiate
Iterate upon the innovative way I scintillate
And titillate and mutilate the bars that I disseminate
Please
Imitate a king and we'll knock you off your heady spot
Our steady drops
Will flush out his highness like a Neti Pot
Ready or not
I'm bout to heavily drop
I see you sturgeons in the water trying to levee my spot
The temperature's hot
I got a kettle prepping a pot
To boil all you spoiled royals trying to foil my plot
So here's my point: you're a blah
This is the point where you stop
Trying to anoint disjointed vocals
You emit when you talk
I will admit it, I'm a cynic
And a gifted prolific
Who gets a bit big for his britches
When he knows that he's with it
But when I'm spinning on these digits
Ain't a ninny who's livid
I know I'm pinned up in your phone
Like an mini app widget
So go unstitch it
I see you splitting up at the seams
Cuz the scenes I unweave
Are built up in your dreams
But I'm an idgit
I'm dishing out the corn with my cream
And the more I scream
The more you know it's more than it seems
A portal indeed
To all the horrorcore and the fiends
For the morphine endorphins
I pour from my peen
Nya colada
Sipping on horchata
I see you breaking up in my scope like a kaleido
I see you cats macking on cheesy enchiladas
And speaking of the Apollos
Catapulting from your gobblers
But you goblins can't rap
Your goblet's full of crap
I'm stomping on your monstrous mantras
And that's that
Here's the ratatat tat of me firing off my gat
Have you stomping your feet
Like I'm the doormat
So here's my new format: the two-one-two
I'm 'bout to break it on down
Show me, who are you?
Who are you?
(Who are you?)
Me? I'm a menace
Come be my apprentice
Like tennis how I'm bouncing all these ballers off my setlist
Check this: I eat these fools up for breakfast
Get 'em crucified
Cross 'em off of my checklist
It's a head-trip
How these rappers get anorexic
I'll exit if you show me any flow that ain't septic
Yo
I won't accept a technicality
Screw all this morality
I'm doing my best to lay to rest my own mortality
Cavalry riding up the way I'm burning calories
Burning all these battlers to turn into a masterpiece
Averaging a damaging collection of their casualties
And casually converting all their cadavers to salaries
Can't appease
My appetite stretches for many leagues
Enemies
Seeking for shelter from all my pedigrees
And if you see
A sparkle off in the sea?
Well that would be me
Just preaching birds to the bees
I spit absurd
I know you're frightened by what I'm dishing
But I can cast away your demons
Like I'm living with Wilson
In a Hilton
Parading the building
And I'm getting my fill of this swill
'Til I'm getting my lilt in
(On a mission)
(Dishing out sick-ass rhymes)
(Up in the kitchen)
(Yo I'm turning it out)
(That is a given)
(I'm spitting these wo-)