Instrumental: Rama!
140 Degrees.
- What if I kidnapped you and tied you to a chair.
Threw a noose around your neck so you breathe air.
I know that scared, this gotta be your worst nightmare.
Your eyes are darting back and forth but god there.
I got that flair with crude lyrics to match.
Your style is under par so you spit weak raps.
the heat back, so get back, before I smash your kneecaps.
Faster than Ferraris and Lotus Elises, beat that.
I wanna make sure that you understood.
No where you belong, be good.
Put away the microphone for life
and stay out of the way cause causing me strife.
so phony bologna below, below me.
I believe you consider yaself my homie.
so phony balogna, below blow me.
right, I said blow me.
- an apathetic anarchist.
Something of a lyricist.
make you wanna slit your wrists.
and guess what? I give a shit.
not innocent, your soul is filthy.
Too ignorant dawg, I found ya guilty.
Of plagiarism, insane mannerisms.
Ya know the rules of the game, get with em.
My name Psilolysergicamine.
Use your brain, a puzzle piece, ask me what it means.
Flame what they be me.
have to graduate to reach these 140 degrees.
No victims? What about the infantry?
Rest in peace to all the soldiers who gave their life for their beliefs.
- thee aristocracy
that keeps
heads like boats in the sea.
I
Name the lame stay
If I catch ya throw ya in a cage not a coffin.
Brain topics, known to speak smart, kid.
Create projects, I know what real art is.
An artist, born with a gift.
just part of this cause you wanna get rich.
You oughta get kicked in the face for this shit.
gonna put you in ya place or make you quit.
You wanna be gangsta rapper, saggin jeans mothafucka.
Pizza deliveries in ya future discover.
- back, mothafuckas, on attack.
You slack and get slapped. Oh snap.
No class, lil kids got swag. Yo, what the fuck is that?
I mean to be rude but you need to get a clue.
breathe the same air as me, cause you pollute.
You dispute the solid truth.
you out in front of your whole