~a ridiculously long freewrite, ...
• Written by KQT
KQT's Notes
as promised, here is the second single for ~the ink that splorched~. no annotations because i got lazy, but i think some meaning is discernible. hope it's good or something idk
pt 2: https://www.rappad.co/rap/1429356
M.A.D., BLVCKSHXXP, Equilibrium, YJ WORLD, GBLB Records
// verse 1 (0:13) //
the man that owns the bird turning extreme right, but y'all always knew that he couldn't do this free write
the hand that loans the shirt burning a clean white, sprawling down the hall like a feud from a mean fight
it seems tight, the hurt cursing and screaming quite loud, force it all down the throat till he chokes and dies
few blokes as high as he was, speed up his nose and you know cause you could hear the way his speech was
chigga smeared his whey on peach fuzz, you'd think it was an inner skittle the way it glittered
or some crystal dinner, freaky till he put his finger on the pistol trigger
bitter till he figured he was tipsy and then flickered to that richard who considered and then pictured
about running to his loving fricking mother who was suffering from the struggling and
crumbling under the pressure
//(0:39)
measure the weight of it to the state of cheshire (huh)
//(0:41)
you could never have it measured (huh)
//(0:43)
treasure time before it's severed
//(0:46)
beat a chigga flat till he cracks, splat, like floyd joy mayweather, huh
//(0:50)
they say there were problems cause the same gender rubbing bollocks with each other
kiss each other, humminah humminah humminah
summon a phenomena, summa lumma, recovery like hanukkah
i'm throwing shots at ya, don on a yarmulke
harken to flock to santa monica, i'm onto ya
mockin' ya like i was flaunting it upon a gondola
rockin' the boat, pope shoots cause this a godfatha'
don't tell me nothing about barbara
remind me that rapping is not a sport, it's something that you enjoy
like snorting an old cork of void nicotine, ding, with the sword
poisoned by zigadene, ring a ting and make it sing, bling
bring the cricket team to the limousine full of gold
but i'm just late and i'm thinking i take it too slow, so i just wait and see what the future hold
and i must say that i'm drinking like a date go K-O, now i'm drunk and i'm free like delusional
man, you should know i ain't the usual a-juvenile
i'm unremovable and it's provable, my name's reusable
i make a man crash out and pass out, my words a trillion pascals
sound like blackout, next time i make you finna black out
whipping my cash cows and horses, coarse floorings
you floored in forth like a sword in your throat, endorphins
they kick in more when you see your coat soaked and drips from your thick slits from the trip, watched by four woke men, em
//(1:38)
and then it begin again, porked ten soft marksmen, rock hard them
//(1:41)
lennon with the venom, ended 'em, left from the tenement
obliterating chiggas who a bit afraid, they out they frickin' element
ahead of offendin' men, fender bender for our heads, not irrelevant
unfettered by the evident rhetoric, ten of it, no fredrick, so we gotta settle it
brother better remember it, his temperament experimental
hell-bent on bending metals, win a battle and make it matter
there's laughter
//(1:54)
just know that i'm laughing way harder though
am i a martyr? no, but i'm soon to be, reading what the doctor wrote
i'm not who i used to be, i supersede all these past versions
a curse to forever blurt sheets of words till it's working
restating and reusing, like a brown bag i keep using
i keep playing with the music, like the vodka that i drown in
pots of crack amounting to lots of stacks and crowns and
//(2:07)
pounds on pounds on pounds on pounds, astounding
shout loud till i break the ground or glass, expounding
on mental agility, officially incidental publicity
killin' me softly and slowly, whistling lists of symphonies
simply, no one combating me in rapping cause catastrophes
will be happening sadly, battling things and it's challenging
//(2:18)
okay, i learned from eminem, how to rap on this track
i take it slow, not take it fast, not like a dick up in my ass
unlike the stick stuck in my butt, get it out, sell it for cash
i cannot rap right off the dome, it ends up gay like marvin groan
sigh, why do i even try, one day the gays will slang they chrome
and tap my ass like it's they home (man, what the hell am i rapping)
(this shit ain't tough, it ain't tough, it's gay as fuck, you hear me? gay as fuck!)
(i don't want to hear another gay ass word come out your mouth, now get out!)
//(2:52)
okay, i heard you, i didn't mean to spit some things that would offend you
or hurt you, i guess my words tend to
my brain crankier than a man with a broken ampule
of bromine, homie i'm seriously lethal, delirious with protein
i'm so mean, holding most of my steam, i dream to flow, go see me blow
past y'all, i'm faster and full of laughter, the dean's screaming at my feet
at my seat, i'm elite, so hov' would choke when he see me
i'm a ghost in your screens, holding your jeans by your teeth, freak-ish-ly scary
bloody mary coming for me, oh gee!
oh geez louise, please, this ain't as nasty as king's disease, the dean's deceased
lucy feasts on fiends whose faith recedes, raps in sixteenths and doesn't go meet a priest
them hoes concede, plead to be freed from chains while still rolling up weed
god's seed he planted was bleeding, if you reading or hearing what i'm speaking
i'm spitting facts, words telecopied across the earth's map (huh! that's what he died on!)
(let me chill a bit, okay?)
//(3:25)
i'm biting like a vicious animal (huh) i look incredible
i feel like i need some medicine cause i look unethical
feelin' like a worse version of the incredibles
credible, though i have a couple issues that could turn medical
"send 'em all down to hell " you think that's what god says?
don't blaspheme against my king, not even what the psalms said
if the 'them' refers to non-believers, then sure, it mentioned that
but if it refers to the whole world, that ain't the truth, that's spitting cap
mat-thew chapter seven, verse eleven and twenty one to twenty three
heaven not meant for you to toil, God said "just leave all that to Me"
if you believe that he your g, by that he'll say "son, come to Me
I'm proud of you for what you've done, daughter, thanks you ain't become no slut
I know these people done you wrong, I'll make sure I'll give them uppercut
jab, jab, left, right, you know how Christ do it, right?
after all is done and said, I drop them in the bottom pool of red
no, they ain't dead, they just sweating and shedding, screaming and dreading
they own existence, asking 'why did i do this? '
they don't wanna accept Me? okay, I give them plenty space
to pace round without me " or rather float, i don't know
i ain't God, i'm just some asian dude using the spirit to write as both
me and Him, we don't fit in this world, us christians cold
like ice cold, He told us to act so otherworldly, they thinking "hold
wait a minute, what the fuck? nah, nah, this shit don't feel right
the way they act fucking polite, am i living a dystopian life?
where's all the bloodshed that we usually commit?
well, i conclude they're retards cause they can't do shitty shit "
//(4:53)
isn't it blasphemous? how they act, trying to laugh at us
how they try to isolate us, yet it don't violate geneva
my words is like katrina blowing through - wind, water and smoke
i keep this up (yeah) i might just be the first rapping pope
packing dope, throw it off the boat like i'm george, it don't float
it got sucked up into a waterspout like it's a hose
rip off the ship's window like she's katrina's grandma
if the british was the world, He tucking them into pajamas
// interlude (5:23) //
(wait, but i thought the ark had no windows?)
(no, it did, like one at the roof)
(that doesn't really count as a window, does it?)
(no, it does)
(how so?)
(well...)
// part 2: https://www.rappad.co/rap/1429356
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KQT
Member since October 19 2024