Yeah. On some other surface area Mother earth areola, head burrier Cred carrier but carry no credit card I word wonderfully, hella fit, I edit hard I wrote this swoll’ without pants on Feeling up words, worth romancing Sounds handsome, I’m not the guy from Strange Tongue A witty whale wang, the sea is where I came from A leather back, I build beautifully A tin-can turtle, I prehistoric youthfully If you wanna call me just yell seven Please, don’t call past eleven And in the morning, don’t call before then The early calls, I’m known to ignore them Bars, bars, in them or on them Your first assumption, Burt is on som’ Leatherback, I’m a mother fucking leatherback Fuck a phone, the web and fuck a pager I put streamers up, it’s gonna be a rager I made punch I hope you like sherbet “Hahahahahaha oh sure Burt” said Ruby Ruby you’d be my favorite guest I’d love to show you my very best I barely rest, anxious with anticipation But still patient, turtles know about racing I’m not from the sewer, a ninja or a mutant Even wise owls try and catch my two cent I got raccoon friends I’m such a beat bandit Hares hate on it, them haters can’t stand it So coy and candid I’m such a sly fox Big Burt never hits dry box Try socks if you need your bulge bigger I’m getting rowdy I got a punch bowl trigger

Tag everything # phenomenal cake Hella fresh with every taste you take # bake or baked, I’m a twitter tutor Bed down beats, I’m a much fitter suitor In the oven with all good ingredients Squeaky clean with a little disobedience Rhyme strong like Chuck Norris’ chin Bars up like I’m two songs in Bars up like I’m holding y’all captive I appreciate how y’all so active Eager appetites will be the first fed I already know what’ll be the worst said It’s no Snares man, that’s my favorite Dig 3 Quarter Crunk and love that strange shit My crossover is fit with agility I got all ages about my ability If there were ever such a recipe To unlock how to get the best of me I’d be blessed to see, you in your apron And happy to be your number one patron Taste tester, saturated sweet tooth Where’d I be if I never found a mic booth A right sleuth, rock a cape for theatrics Hella mega man, I am known to score hat tricks Phenomenal cake, phenomenal batter Phonetic intake, make phonetically fatter Proportional raw rhyme, serve up substance I flavor each word with big bite abundance I got curmudgeons budging frowned faces And no circumference, I am nudging found places I got my maps badge, I’ve got directions I’ve got them lining up for my confections

It’s bars beyond, it’s barely a blip It hits you hard before you got grip It’s a flash of light to shook to the core So bell rung, it couldn’t reverb more Echo wobble, echo echo wobble wobble Echo wobble- wobble I’m wonky, rap raw out of a walky-talky Hip Hop hopscotch drawn awfully chalky Easily washed out, gone from a light rain I wish my career was as severe as my wrist pain Echo wobble, echo echo wobble wobble Echo wobble- wobble Black Market breast milk, who wants some titty Sometimes you gotta grovel for survival One of a thousand deaths- new arrival Where you wallow at is bound to be what you smell like In so much ear hole, it ain’t hard to tell right? Echo wobble, what’s buzzing all your bees about Echo wobble, the funk just eases out Get that suckle, find that squeeze Get that fungal, get that cheese Scowl face, I always look pissed Dickies belt buckle, ice pack wrist If this is ride or die, I’m gonna be a cold corpse Became be a better man, but I still got the mind warps Black Market breast milk, who wants some titty Echo wobble, echo echo wobble wobble

Shot down. Order up another round Here‘s a dollar, order up a sad sound Hum to myself all through this bar And get away from every where you are It’s all around me I can’t see past it That tipping point? Well we just past it It’s spilling over and I’m over tired Shot down hoping to get re-wired Second winded and possibly lifted Out of this bullshit that’s been re-gifted Shot down, I don’t need a chaser Shot down, I don’t need to face her Or the reality that there is no fixing The chaos of these two worlds mixing Can’t ever go back or get to where it was Shot down can I at least have this buzz My leap of faith, told me to take a flying leap I went from riding high down to in it deep Another barrier to try and push up through Another pedestal to try and live up to Another platform that I can’t fall from This whole thing really turned out awesome This whole things rut roh, I’m stuck up in a rut so I get the nerve and start to cut slow Remove my soul from it’s appendages I’d rather burn it down than defend this bridge I guess as the situation heightened There was a small chance it might bend The bridge would give, enough to get across For this gain, surely we’ve considered loss And the cost, is now the gap in between We’ll take the scar, so long as the break is clean

Looky, looky here go a fine senorita I cut in the buffet line, I gotta meet her This fine little momma had some shrimp on her plate Where’d you get that shrimp? I start to conversate Lets have dessert girl, meet me by the soft serve I’ll make you coffee, she said I had a lot of nerve Taken aback by an all you can eat mack She blushed and slid her tray down the track Oh shit this bitch is tonging chicken wings Looking right at me, this chick is picking strings Food court acoustics are totally in-tune She went and licked the mash potato serving spoon Spilled hot gravy on the Plexiglas sneeze guard Her sexy ass is making the fat guys wheeze hard It was a food court frenzy, it was a food court phenomenon Any other night I’d have the stove and the Ramen on Edamame, broccoli and some green sauce Casino buffet lamps shines the best gloss For a show featuring such a fine lady face I swear this bitch is gonna start a fire up in this place You know that sound means the heat is on But she ain’t leaving till the meat is gone Buffet balling, dine for $26.99 If all goes well Imma get mine in that mighty fine All you can eat

I keep good pace with the patience I keep good faith in what makes sense I take the quicksilver with the quicksand I’m only mostly too proud to use a kick stand Hey stand me up right here I need a break please What’s a tunnel rat got to do to make cheese I’m in your house taking quarters from your piggy bank My gas tank, is literally quarter tank Looking sort of blank I match the cashiers stare Quarters to the counter. Count them. They’re all there He nods you’re all clear. 20 quarters on pump 5 I coast 50 miles a tank how I drive Too live, hella-fresh hyper-miler No skyline diviner, square trunk freestyler It’d be wild uh? So they’ll try and tame it They’ll try and pin it down, and they’ll try and name it We’ll try to get it into each and every category And have the raw reserve for the fatter story I’m resilient with words, I adapt aptly Rhyme brilliant on a beat, I’ll scrap happily Special forces my endorphins hit coordinates My blood courses in the most exploring sense Heart to heart and in and out of chambers Spread with the love from a thin amount of strangers Locally to globally, worldwide grass roots I’m openly and vocally a thunder beast with fast boots I cover ground, I’ve found I’m determined I listen to the earth and put words to its sermon I confide, I’m trying to stake my own place Get that silver spoon up to this handsome face Upgrade. Get away from my plastic spork Brand Thaddeus big like I Love New York Bigger numbers and recognition I’m trying real hard to get to the second vision Some third eye birds eye, hold up with insight With all the answers to make sure it ends right Happy ending I keep good pace with the patience I keep good faith in what makes sense I take the quicksilver with the quicksand I’m only mostly too proud to use a kick stand

My time is limited, I’m worried about the dividend Little skinny fucker, my hands are always shivering I’m cold on the mic, cold with a pen and off the top Scoff and stop, they rise up and then they flop Flap jacks sponging off the maple syrup Bring the rear up, pack the camp clean the gear up I’ll get the kills with trap, blade and arrow Eat to the bone and then suck out the marrow I pick my teeth with the beak of a sparrow And drink my whiskey straight out the barrel Caterpillars to clean out my ear wax Y’all the stank bunnies, I left the bear tracks My grandfather was big foots cousin You were on your grizzly? Nah dude you wasn’t Your bear is minimum and that’s axiom Notebook’s axiom is hella-mega maximum (echo) Hella mega, hella mega maximum Hella mega, I’m too old to yolo But I can rap for sure thou’ If this a hot track, I must be that garbage smell? You’re on a lot of dick, you must gargle well I’m smoking blue dro, you’re blowing Gargamel Your success seems to be rather marginal That’s redundant, you carry on. I carry torches I bust my ass, I know what reward is This here a bad beat, her gorgeous Light the way, brought flow to the fortress I export this, underground resilience Scared up, I know all about brilliance I got the skill set and an ill sense I got a nice ****, I only drill tens Sorry that ones probably uncalled for That’s exactly what I’m involved for Same engine but y’all stalled more The whole world is exactly what I solved for

If emcee’n is believing, than surely you’d be leaving Some sort of clues for us nerds to be retrieving You’re lost in the wind, mere dust in a gust Unimpressive waste from a far greater thrust You’re barely a fizzle out, let alone a blast You don’t have the sails to cover this mast And that’s hopeless, its why we lost focus Those aren’t darts, those don’t even poke us What you call going in is barely a brainstorm Yeah I know it aint norm, but clearly I contain form So form an opinion, I’ll attach it to my thick skin Nod politely and then flash ya girl a quick grin I’m brazenly humble and cautiously cocky I’m nice and smooth and raucously rocky Step lightly you're looking unsightly You think I'm an asshole, then I just might be Me and my crew got our own darn handshakes We like the bass so the whole darn house quakes House parties. Drinks on the strong side Or instrumentals, big beats and a long ride Y’all cool cats know the syntax Hella mega, beyond gone on sick trax I’m weirdly wired word and really raw I’m barely tired nerd and eerily jaw Nerves get struck, these words get rapped Reserves get struck, these birds get tapped Feather plucker, I feed the chickens beef These fowl fed cows be causing me grief They’re very delicate once on the grill The high heat is not so kind to the kill Charred egos get handled with care No beef about it, we claw at and tear