Telly – Freaks x Geeks Lyrics

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[Verse 1]

A plethora of excellence. Less I never settle for
Simile wizard. Metaphor Megazord
Fuck getting better boy. I'm at my pinnacle
You try me and get crashed like cymbals
My flow be nimble. My flow so quick that you'll piss your fuckin' pants like you took diuretics
Infected with swag. Spreading like disease. Coming with bars is something of ease, yo
I'm a horror. Flow like Amity. Music is my chick. Hold me down like gravity
You know how that be. Acting salty. When I tell your main bitch send me a MSG
It's easy, you see. Hard to be me, 'cuz I cook literally. No Lil B
Kill this fucking track like another horror story
I wasn't born, man. I was raised in a laboratory
I poop on enemies. Annihilate competition. Don't cross me cuz I'm black, bitch, I'm a superstition
Put the beat on repeat then I break sheet
I'm cold as shit, like a maple leaf

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[Verse 2]

Swag on point. Baby You always notice me
Fake people, yea I leave 'em hanging a rosary
Jodeci they be feenin' for these punch lines
Clocks doing sit ups. I guess it's crunch time..
One time, I said momma I'mma be the man
Nelly, Rick Ross. It's like here I am
Fly like an insect. Nasty like incest
Nice smile, when I smile she see crest
No Ryan.
No need for lying. I dress nice. It's like my belt's from Orion
Coming at these dudes necks. I'm like, who's next?
I don't even understand. Check my dialect
Penny for your thoughts. A dollar and a dream. Looking for the dimes. Closer than it seems
Showing my ass but I wear skinny jeans, bitch. So size me up, you can't get the seams
Born in the radio. Birthed by my mother. Raised by my music. So there's no other
That can envision my pain. I enter the booth and I exit in flames
I'm like I be ripping these lines. Been doing it since a youngster
Eating instrumentals just to stop my fucking hunger
I lead, never follow. Invent, never borrow
I gotta Annie up, cuz the sun coming out tomorrow
Can I live? It's hard to do 'cuz 11 year olds they be packing 22s
Doing hard time to get their math right
It don't add up. He got subtracted from life

Should I go back in? I don't know
This is completely off the top. So if I fuck up, whatever. Uh

[Verse 3]
Beaming like a satellite
People bite swag. Call 'em overbites
Put the game in overtime. Balling like Madden
The beat got a virus. Why? I done hacked it
Like chap lips, let's get it cracking
Running this bitch. It's crunch time
I shoot up in the sky and give the cloud nine
Goddamn. It's like I'm fed up, cuz I'm a black male, man, no set up
But I'm fed up with racism. And fucking sexism
Just fuck it all, man. When the fuck is it ending?
I don't even know, cuz I'm going real hard
Hide and seek, man. I'm a motherfucking geek
No freak. Then she freak me
I am off the top. Here I am. Kick it like Jackie Chan
Goddamn with these Vans
I am fucking yellin', but I kill the track. Steal it like I'm a motherfucking felon
I am smooth like Dr. Scholls
Then I get the K's like I am Kohls
I don't even know what I'm saying. I don't even care
You catch me with that tree like a damn koala bear

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