(Ahem)
Even if
I'm in the backseat
You're not gonna catch me relaxing
"Taxicab was last seen
Obliterating the rap scene
In ass-beating, ash-bringing fashion"
Crumpled up my shoddy lyrics
Tossed them in the trashcan
And trashed 'em
Having to call me brash
When I'm a bastion of passion
Is asking to get
Bashed in
By the master
Can't even imagine
A mashup with raps landing
Like mine and my boy B Boyd's in tandem
Even with our hands tied
We can beat 'em by a landslide
It's about damn time
To branch out past beats that sound like
Samples of landlines
Backtrack to trap beats and add slant rhymes
Stand by
Refer to me as Amanda Bynes
Because I'm the man
Therein the answer lies
So if you have a criticism, quell it
I can tell that they're jealous
Of the return of The Mockery and The Method
Step into the spot, not intimidated
B. Boyd and Taxicab here, opulent and jaded
Wielding flash drives cutting through asinine pantomimes
Who cannot rhyme and half the time will only copy paste it
Raided all the haters
Saying we were overrated
Imitators, see you later
If you're the GOAT, we're the Satyr
Fear the rage of the relapse
Tell 'em to mind their own beeswax
I'm an often imitated convict vindicated compensated
How my mom berated when she saw I dated Spawn of Satan
Saw me intubated zombie liberated now they're all elated
Cuz my songs've got 'em titillated scintillated
Compilations on vacation population dominated
Got 'em all placated, Brendan, find me underrated
Innovated with a physics education and I'm facing your impatience
Implications aren't really complicated
On occasion, I'll let cynics off for hating
But their constant oscillation keeps their comments propagating
Consummating how they keep the constellations never changing
All the stars are constant staying stagnant never undulating
Incubating newer talent from the former occupation
Hard to break in but we gotta do it, gotta escape the pavement
BEHOLD your new oligarchs, tearing the microphone apart
Our temper known for shortness like its last name was Bonaparte
Step into the spot, not intimidated
The Mockery & The Method here, opulent and jaded
Wielding flash drives cutting through asinine pantomimes
Who cannot rhyme and half the time will only copy paste it
Raided all the haters
Saying we were overrated
Imitators, see you later
If you're the GOAT, we're the Satyr
Fear the rage of the relapse
Tell 'em to mind their own beeswax
Beeswax (feat. Taxicab & B. Boyd) Video (MV)
Performed By: The Mockery & The Method
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: John Bellipanni, Brendan Boyd
The Mockery & The Method - Beeswax (feat. Taxicab & B. Boyd) Lyrics
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(Ahem)
Even if
I'm in the backseat
You're not gonna catch me relaxing
"Taxicab was last seen
Obliterating the rap scene
In ass-beating, ash-bringing fashion"
Crumpled up my shoddy lyrics
Tossed them in the trashcan
And trashed 'em
Having to call me brash
When I'm a bastion of passion
Is asking to get
Bashed in
By the master
Can't even imagine
A mashup with raps landing
Like mine and my boy B Boyd's in tandem
Even with our hands tied
We can beat 'em by a landslide
It's about damn time
To branch out past beats that sound like
Samples of landlines
Backtrack to trap beats and add slant rhymes
Stand by
Refer to me as Amanda Bynes
Because I'm the man
Therein the answer lies
So if you have a criticism, quell it
I can tell that they're jealous
Of the return of The Mockery and The Method
Step into the spot, not intimidated
B. Boyd and Taxicab here, opulent and jaded
Wielding flash drives cutting through asinine pantomimes
Who cannot rhyme and half the time will only copy paste it
Raided all the haters
Saying we were overrated
Imitators, see you later
If you're the GOAT, we're the Satyr
Fear the rage of the relapse
Tell 'em to mind their own beeswax
I'm an often imitated convict vindicated compensated
How my mom berated when she saw I dated Spawn of Satan
Saw me intubated zombie liberated now they're all elated
Cuz my songs've got 'em titillated scintillated
Compilations on vacation population dominated
Got 'em all placated, Brendan, find me underrated
Innovated with a physics education and I'm facing your impatience
Implications aren't really complicated
On occasion, I'll let cynics off for hating
But their constant oscillation keeps their comments propagating
Consummating how they keep the constellations never changing
All the stars are constant staying stagnant never undulating
Incubating newer talent from the former occupation
Hard to break in but we gotta do it, gotta escape the pavement
BEHOLD your new oligarchs, tearing the microphone apart
Our temper known for shortness like its last name was Bonaparte
Step into the spot, not intimidated
The Mockery & The Method here, opulent and jaded
Wielding flash drives cutting through asinine pantomimes
Who cannot rhyme and half the time will only copy paste it
Raided all the haters
Saying we were overrated
Imitators, see you later
If you're the GOAT, we're the Satyr
Fear the rage of the relapse
Tell 'em to mind their own beeswax
Even if
I'm in the backseat
You're not gonna catch me relaxing
"Taxicab was last seen
Obliterating the rap scene
In ass-beating, ash-bringing fashion"
Crumpled up my shoddy lyrics
Tossed them in the trashcan
And trashed 'em
Having to call me brash
When I'm a bastion of passion
Is asking to get
Bashed in
By the master
Can't even imagine
A mashup with raps landing
Like mine and my boy B Boyd's in tandem
Even with our hands tied
We can beat 'em by a landslide
It's about damn time
To branch out past beats that sound like
Samples of landlines
Backtrack to trap beats and add slant rhymes
Stand by
Refer to me as Amanda Bynes
Because I'm the man
Therein the answer lies
So if you have a criticism, quell it
I can tell that they're jealous
Of the return of The Mockery and The Method
Step into the spot, not intimidated
B. Boyd and Taxicab here, opulent and jaded
Wielding flash drives cutting through asinine pantomimes
Who cannot rhyme and half the time will only copy paste it
Raided all the haters
Saying we were overrated
Imitators, see you later
If you're the GOAT, we're the Satyr
Fear the rage of the relapse
Tell 'em to mind their own beeswax
I'm an often imitated convict vindicated compensated
How my mom berated when she saw I dated Spawn of Satan
Saw me intubated zombie liberated now they're all elated
Cuz my songs've got 'em titillated scintillated
Compilations on vacation population dominated
Got 'em all placated, Brendan, find me underrated
Innovated with a physics education and I'm facing your impatience
Implications aren't really complicated
On occasion, I'll let cynics off for hating
But their constant oscillation keeps their comments propagating
Consummating how they keep the constellations never changing
All the stars are constant staying stagnant never undulating
Incubating newer talent from the former occupation
Hard to break in but we gotta do it, gotta escape the pavement
BEHOLD your new oligarchs, tearing the microphone apart
Our temper known for shortness like its last name was Bonaparte
Step into the spot, not intimidated
The Mockery & The Method here, opulent and jaded
Wielding flash drives cutting through asinine pantomimes
Who cannot rhyme and half the time will only copy paste it
Raided all the haters
Saying we were overrated
Imitators, see you later
If you're the GOAT, we're the Satyr
Fear the rage of the relapse
Tell 'em to mind their own beeswax
Writer: John Bellipanni, Brendan Boyd
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid