Smooth criminal a real beat breaker
Coppers never heard of a higher stake taker
Lab ART subliminal Banksy shout
Lab smart minimal lengths see drought
You rhyme like an assistant droppin’ beekers
And front like your in a lab building heat-seekers
You’re like a mento’s soda pop fountain
Telling us, you drop science inside a mountain
That’s cool guy keep it futuristic
Or old school, Do you happen to have this dick
You got Christ on your chest, that’s nice
Do you think he’d approve of being that ice
Noise knows and he’s got the right solution
Highly regarded for his strong constitution
And for all the choice cuts strung in the hookery
His coined catalog is called “The Bookery”
This goes out to all the displace originals, This goes out to all their in place fakers, this goes out to all the big wall builders and this goes out to all the barrier breakers
Thumb through gumshoe try and find clues
Skim over rover or park it and peruse
Noise rhymes read as well as they sound
And they cuddle up like feel, felt, found
Raw yall, Roald Dahl, L. Rawls and aerosol
Thought he was Cobra Kai, he’s more like Care Bear claw
Couldn’t carve out curves nor cluck out caws
Thought he was fresh trying to get his yes yawls
Pshaw he couldn’t get a beet at a Schrute farm
Called em darts but dude couldn’t shoot harm
Sorry dude, when music’s on I really listen
And I could quickly quip about everything missing
New school Notebook, gnarly example
The bookery bang big, fly through trample
Raw rhyme regular, never unravel
Mother Brain mothership, space sound travel