Adrian -- THE LOUNGE OF VERBAL VENGENCE

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Date Posted: 08:40:37 05/26/13 Sun
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Adrian

I started saying no and laying low
It doesn't matter anymore, I could stay or go
Put my cape on and save some hoes
Jump a cliff and break some bones or would I fly away?
Die slow when you die today
Sometimes I think I'm insane
but you would call me a lame based on the things I do
Lil' B was base god and Ferg is traplord
it's a game called give the pagans what they asked for
A mind full of trapdoors and beautiful scenes
Alotta psychedelic visions and musical schemes
Losing that steam and the drive to compete
A life incomplete with it's tragedy afloat
Inner-demons lash out and grab me by the throat
At some point I told them they can have me
While artists blog about their business-savvy....
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I'm gona wow you with my big words
then make a million dollars and retire in Pittsburgh
Been absurd with the flow in a dramatic sense
'bout to take 'em to church and bring a pastor in
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Come get your glow on, you flow long you flow wrong
Feeling all alone without a microphone to grope on
Another cold dawn'll have to make a pretty dusk
My background is really rough
Black hippe sipping liqour, snorting Ziggy's dust
Quit talking shit and roll a bigger blunt
A blunt so big that it's hard to lift it up
Take every liqour ever made and mix it up
"I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all, the World a mess"
I love girls but I feel like every girl is stress
Let's get some Zig Zag wraps and go to Hell and back
and you could tell the Ninja Turtles how ya shell got cracked
I always feel like my ordeals are more real
You probably wouldn't like ya favorite rapper when he's on pills
If I speak in sarcasm you wouldn't wanna answer this
I used to like Eminem but then he dissed Canibus
I used to wanna get a deal, now I'm just an analyst
Dancing in the moonlight, puffing on a cancer stick
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I just wanted to rhyme like Mad Solar
If you ask my parents they'll say I never had focus
Wrote a sad opus, my bad, I didn't write it yet
I don't wanna heal the World, I wanna see the fire spread
I'm playing Simon says with the man in the mirror
Racking my mind just to find the perfect lyric
Rap's wild, I don't beef with these crazy kids
All I wanna do is smoke a spliff wit' Taylor Swift
Flip the script and cause a rating shift
and if you stand in my way you getting 86'd
Fuck rap, I'm moving on to greater myths
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A dope integration of sloppy drunk and smoke inhalation
If I'ma flow you gotta let me flow with no limitations
Laughing it up and having a smile
'bout how it would be if I mastered the style
Tell 'em ya wish and the saints grant it
On the same planet where they smoke crack 'til they get brain damage
Slay the inner-city teachers for letting us fly
and wind up in the same place they send us to die
Numb to the feeling that your thoughts reveal
Sign your life over 'cause the Holocaust is real

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