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Split Seconds (Between Nannies and Swamis) Lyrics

Be real, conscious rap failed us
I didn't say that
You know, welcome to my rap jam
The top-hatted Abrahams are shoveling the raisin bran
In eyeballs their bi-laws are leaping off the laser scan
Into your genotype telling you to deepthroat that pipe
If you don't do it well, these hoes might
The red carpenter's quota fills the deficit in motor skills
Of on-lookers raw sugars register at overkill
Within your colon wall so a candied bowling ball
You squeeze out at the open call but what if you could
Inundate the open hearing with your shrewd barbs
That perforates the sloganeering on the cue cards
Would you prize that fine cut or just apply blush
As besquelched sea-kelp nibbling on pie crust
The job offers at Albany's count Dracula
And calorie-count spatula kitchen staff are on the lithograph
Of your Calvin Kline alkaline-enriched gonads
Should I kiss your a** or screw you
In the saffron soy dip
But my Zaxxon joy stick pokes at my
Glitter s***kled jump suit
Mr. Applewhite grunt pukes
From the candle light-drunk seldom sung tooth
But you're the fresh faced unknown
With sophomoric gags and washboard abs
Finding cinaplex waste blood stones
Can I be OG Mud Bone?
Go free and unplug the phone

Nannies or swamis undefeated
Screaming "Pansy commies! Love it or leave it"
Or pumping antibodies in the VP's cleavage
They split it, split it...
Nannies or swamis undefeated
Screaming "Pansy commies! Love it or leave it"
Or pumping antibodies in the VP's cleavage
They split it, split it...

Cool points trump those DIY numerics

(Be yourself) but I'm too embarrassed
(You got to be you) So that famed crook playbook
And diary diarrhea split seconds
Split seconds, they split seconds, split seconds...

The 1-800 dollar guilt trip
Stamped on my African name book
Proves that behind the c**ulus blue
There's a humilicious stew as
Dane Cook's table reads
So I yank butch's a*** beads
Out of the clenched b** of PG rated test runs
Stuffing YouTube viewership up deviated septum's
Between two choose your pick: Rule Zimbabwe
Or improved computer chips become your new Yahweh
Boo-hoo loser b**** your dopes in the blood and stole
Because most rap careers mirror stints as drug mules
But you are the pickaninny, blackfaced Ren & Stimpy
Our on-screen time is split 50-50
But I've only drawn guns
On construction paper with the pastel sticks
And I'm a left of center loyalist
Who's selling bean pies with a bad sales pitch
This s** offender's foil fixed in utero
On my own dumb a** self, yeah I pimp super hoe
Whom is me, they liken Driver to Fish Bone
Have fire and brimstone misers disowned
But I'm not sure, y'all are too NAACP
Or NWA on GP
But I straddle the fence every nanosec
Canceled checks line the uteral wall of my music hall
Cool points trump those DIY numerics

(Be yourself) but I'm too embarrassed
(You got to be you) So that famed crook playbook
And diary diarrhea split seconds
Split seconds, they split seconds, split seconds...
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