Roses

Off Topic on the mic, you know me by now
It's Rhymenetwork and the 12-Bit Lifestyle, c'mon

Driving in back of an all-black Cadillac hearse
But only one of us is headed to the church
I'm losing my religion
Thought I had peace
But all these motherfuckers want beef
I see
Let me set the record straight
On this break from the crate
Demonstrate my flow and dominate
The average Joe who can't articulate
Rapping slow
Like your batteries are dying out
Blow your nose while your eyes are crying out
I'm done with ya
Killing you ain't even fun
I'm in a bad mood
You brought your gun?
Good, I want to pistol-whip you
Rip your vocal chords out
And string my guitar with them
Bring a war against Off Topic?
That's a bad decision
What can I say?
My rhyming is impeccable
When I grab the mic and rock the crowd it's quite a spectacle
That trash you talk is more than foul
It's a technical
You're sensitive to getting slapped
Like a testicle

(A shooting star is not a star, is not a star at all)
And we're coming up roses
(A shooting star is not a star, is not a star at all)
Say what you say, but we're coming up roses

Everything's coming up roses
Kings on thrones throw stones
In my zone
But I barely even notice
Never break focus
From the homeless to the POTUS
I fear no evil
When criminals above the law vote on what's legal
I keep spitting sequel, after sequel, after sequel
And these parasites want under my skin
'Til they find out my blood is pure poison
To exterminate the evil
Ignorance infection anti-venom
From the fangs of the Code Poet secret weapon
I was born with a brain for beat detection
You can kill the messenger, but not the message
I rocked the casbah
Shareef even liked it
Testify
Can't deny what my life is
Reborn alive to help fight the crisis
Can't put a price on this
My shit is priceless

(A shooting star is not a star, is not a star at all)
And we're coming up roses
(A shooting star is not a star, is not a star at all)
Say what you say, but we're coming up roses

I am who I am
That's my definition
Any tongue tells you different got a forked division
Lyrically I'm like the best day of your life
Only better
'Cause my verses gonna live forever
Wasn't liking what I heard
So I put thoughts to words
And beats bang hard for me
Like blood in my arteries
Excavate crates
Like rap paleontology
Take my name from the fact
That I'm not just anybody
You can catch me
In between miracles
Rhymes are thoughtcrimes
Like Orwell subliminals
False prophets feed off the weak
And the chaos
No cell?
Better have a séance
Careful what you summon
'Cause you won't see it coming
Dark days in a dark age
Can I get a reformation?
Please
Enough of these emcees
You're killing me
Stop gold-rushing the bankrupt mentalities

(A shooting star is not a star, is not a star at all)
And we're coming up roses
(A shooting star is not a star, is not a star at all)
Say what you say, but we're coming up roses
(A shooting star is not a star, is not a star at all)
(A shooting star's a meteor, that's heading for a fall)