CHASM - Chumps lyrics

rate me

So many chumps stepping up with these murderous raps

Yeah fuck that, man to me that's like the surface scratch

Worthless chaps, I guess that I'm circumspect

Cause young lads haven't figured out their purpose yet

Fake thugs take drugs, pop a percocet

Then straight up out my way while I work the set

I won't fade away til they learn respect

They say that knowledge is free - but I've incurred some debt

I owe about ten grand on the tertiary

And don't stress if the next man hasn't heard of me

Prone to rock a fresh jam, lift em verbally

With a verse that burns spots like the third degree

This word mercenary whose data's slaying at the rate of knots

Like DJ's on the fader bringing the flavour like an apricot

It's blazing hot, my syllables are melting your screw face

Got originals to bootleg so stash it in my suitcase

Yeah I blew up a new place, the future's repugnant

With humans replaced by computers that function

On no sleep, so sick of losing my lunchen

These fools in their suits are the root of destruction

'Sup chump, why you speaking up?

It's all fun - we can see your bluff

How long do you think you can keep it up

Before the real recognise that you're weak as (fuck)

Yeah we're bonafide, while these cats are boring as mannequins

Pre-packed prototypes of corporate shananigans

With their facts distorted, ya'll kiss the floor - I spit the pure

You only act important cause you're insecure

I bring a storm that'll linger on and on

The phenominon dropping bombs on your friggin pop songs

Yo I'm thinking what's wrong with the world - it's gone quite mad

We're buying sweat shop products with expensive price tags

Go melt the ice caps, hide in your ignorance

Dollar signs got your eyes blind and oblibious

Understand I'm not try'na rub it in

This is real, not wonderland - this world is suffering

Yo it's not buzzing, acting like you don't know

About Kyoto, man I'm going low coast stand

Go watch your smoke float and infect our horizons

While the globe chokes and the temperature rising

Channeling thoughts, ya'll can fill in the blanks

This is Tuk to the snatch and I'm building a case

I'd rather spit in your face than start kissing your feet

I'll leave it for the pecking, all the sweet chickens can feed