Jonwayne – Mythology Lyrics

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I use my brain power for mangling strange towers
Of dangerous lames sour enough to rain bullets
Down, it's strange how I'm strangling eight hours
Worth of working in a mill for a meal
I'm cooped up getting juiced up over three second loops but
Hearing something new every two cuts
I'm loving the repetition of testing intuition
I'm the best of the business so no-one's here to witness
My reign of higher learning, through a ring of fire burning
Off the exterior, never interfering with the inferior
Imperialistically superior
The middle is the top for any rapper here to Syria
I'm reaching peaks that make Everest weep
She sees me as a Daddy with a belly of bleach
I spit clean, silk with the thread count supreme
Make your headcount increase with the bread mountain, green
On top of Everest the sky was born
Under my feet's where the sky was torn
I'm bringing speech into the highest form
With my feel in the Midas form
My silver tongue's spitting wooden splinters
My words slither out in slivers of brilliance
It makes you wonder what I'm killing next
Animal king of the kingdom, Adam here with the slingshot
My throne's on the rock where things rot, come stop me
You want to talk about getting got
I got nothing to live for but killing spots
So take a shot, I pray that you scrap me
Cause nobody but the crowd's gonna clap me
And nobody but the crowd's gonna ask me
Why the fuck I'm sitting on the clouds unhappy
Walking with the thunder in my hands making fat beats all day long
Deep like a Tay Zonday song
I got a voice that chills every spine down the line
With the narration that kills any moment to shine
I'm a beast, dog, cat, rabbit, habitat is savage
I'm an insomniac back for kidnapping
Go back to sleep kiddies while I strangle the beat
Read 'em and weep, the retard strength for strange heat
So I can boil the own blood I'm coiled in
Wear it like the skin when each oxygen is never again

[Hook]
We breathe mythology, give me a backstory
I can't care for rap when the man's boring
I don't care if they're good just tell me his Dad's dead
So I can sell out the cash to establish the cred
(Repeat x2)

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