Louis Logic - Paper Maché lyrics

rate me

Yeah, everybody get up, like I said, Rick Smooth

Yo, It's Maylay Sparks two-thousand and one

In the silhouette, standing erect

Tower projects, insects cling to the steps

Oral sex, my head blessed

Backwards (steamed in conquest?)

The cello rest against my chest

Stroking a (sorceress in unison?)

(Yeah, it's our heart?)

(Throwing support on my dolos?)

(V cut the bottle?)

Red and smoking external

Through mass verbal my herbal habit

Magic puff dragon and purple, my inner circle

Violated suckers annihilated

Shroom playing MF Doom

Plum skins, I'm a fondle 'em

Ten more stamps, there ain't no problem

Laser light, (power?) sublime

Sound leaking through the Terrordome

{Big gold chains and herringbones}

Big gold chains and herringbones from Yellowstone

Parties on the rocks in Arizona to Stonehenge

{Rocked I'll fests from London to Sweden}

And London's fans they exed out

Long binge, pour me the next stout

Bounced all the wack emcees out, they can't win

{What you say to me is just paper thin}

Niggas soft, can't come off, it's embarrassing

{What you say to me is just paper thin}

I said mash out smash mouth go in they glass chins

{What you say to me is just paper thin}

I do this often, Philly to Boston, Rah' blends

In full effect, records get wrecked

Percocet, Hennessey fifth, chase it with Becks

Fleeing suspect: Maylay, controver-sey

The Bill of Rights entice the most forbidden of privileges

Rollin dice, I melt ice, draw/jaw of? the stars

Rinse the earth of negativity, blew out the torch on lady liberty

Quill pens, ink dispense, confederated to true heads

Asian and the African kids, whites with dreads

And fluent/fluid Orientals love instrumentals and label-lake?

Slip in a bis, slip in a dis

Slip 'em a hit of this strychnine-laced up ridiculousness

And watch em trip liked they slipped on a slick patch of oil

And dispatched the royal blue boys to chase

Cause when the poison takes effect they'll destroy this place

Enjoy the taste of avoiding space and time with your tongue depressed

Flat on the white acid tab like Hunter S.

Then become depressed cause you wish you're the guy that's rhyming

Nonetheless, it's Louis in the sky with diamonds

{Louis in the sky with diamonds}

Going "Bling Bling, " cause if the cops had an inkling

Of the Mickeys I slipped kids I'd be thrown in Sing Sing

I'm talking more Mickeys than a whore's hickeys

Or even worse I've served more Mickeys than Walt Disney

{Say what? }

You didn't hear me, my verse is Mickey vertebrae

Curve away from trips like I'm the new Tim Leary

And bounced all the wack emcees out, they can't win

{What you say to me is just paper thin}

Niggas soft, can't come off, it's embarrassing

{What you say to me is just paper thin}

I said mash out smash mouth go in they glass chins

{What you say to me is just paper thin}

I do this often, Philly to Boston, Rah' blends

I'm envisioned as a microphone Samaritan

Cause niggas say I rhyme nice

Challenge you to battle and take you out like pork fried rice

Motherfuckers ain't ready for the Celph-Titled onslaught

Try to embrace the flow and then (hack, they'll?) rip your arms off

My beats are classic like novels by Charles Dickens

Bury your body in cement blocks and watch the plot thicken

My frame of mind is on exhibit at museums

And my show is in the Guinness book for filling up Coliseums

I play bitches like radio stations and straight eff 'em

A Super Mario nigga that lay pipe without discretion

I'm I'll, (all but?) threw your ice up on the grill

Make you relocate to farmlands with cows and windmills

I see no evil, inflict blindness in the eyes of Satan

Blurry vision but still a marksman who straight (spray-dars/darts?)

The emcee on stage seen in the eyes of Maylay Sparks

Fill the lungs with red sense', when I get high I smoke death

And meet the grim reaper for reefer, nickel bag full of souls

Secrete a poison toxic chronic, put the beast in a sleeper hold

My hellfire is cold, I be bold, written in my soul

I never sold, I broke the mold like Christ's bread was old

Behold, my coming's foretold, take off your mind blindfold

Cause I'm so fly the fifty-first area stole my steelo

I be low, like Satan's basement

Behold the pale horse, I snuffed the grim reaper

So guess who's the replacement

I wait till dark, stalk while you walk through parks

Until the Son of Sam's dog barks at Maylay Sparks