[Ryan Carter]
Scared of crossin the water, but sings in the rain
dabble in rapping at lunch, compass for a chain
bullied in the halls when they called me a bimbo
catch the Pokeman on my color Nintendo
BLOW! - got robbed, no remorse
A wink from the girl who's blind as a old horse
Of course my technique is from a divine source
one night with me will make you want a divorce
One girl acted really sweet
That's when I had to stuff her in the middle of two sheets
Ohhhh! The D they love so well
I sure keeps it oiled and filled with many blood cells
They came to buy my CD with new tracks
ended up creating a beast with two backs!
BOOYAH! - Carter is a made man
Had to lay her down like the best laid plan
That's that, she's prego, I skadiddle
Phsyc y'all, but it's not all rhymes and riddles SEE YA!
Prepare the vittles, hotcakes on the griddle
run the water a bit, just to piddle
BLAM! - Malcolm in the Middle
Had a tax break, first a lot, now a little
BOOOM! My circuit's recharged
You can tell by my lyrical rhyme-barrage
... sometimes surly and astute
The only thing wrong was I was hauled down a chute
Used a vent to escape lubed with Peter Pan, the crunchy brand
held onto the mic with my left hand BEAT IT OFF!
This was when the compass was brand spanking new
Before it got scratched, and crusted from the glue
{*sniffing*} stinking too, PHEW!
Kept all my earnings in the closet in a shoe
forgot what I knew, algebra it's true
add my years like chapters, twenty-three WOO-HOO!
Excuse me, any room in the class front?
with a push and a grunt, made room with a funny stunt
I'm a human in the flesh, on a treasure hunt
Nick flying past with a musket, shootin' cunt!
admit defeat, we got the game briefly conquered
discrete with the beats till they be completely bonkered
some fans demanded it, fondoled it, swallowed it
my own brand of hits, if only I could squabble it
Hmm... Nah, that could get messy
The feds tried to tortue me for the Compass Clique recipe
I said it's no use, I only know half
Speak da broken English, then got his wrath
...Felt no pain
My brain is saturated with insane Chow Mein
I said - Please Stop!, It Hurts!, Im Brain-Dead!
big man, you da king, here da bread
I can't see a thing, all looks red
I am so freaking retarded!
MUTHA FUCKA!
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
