Lyrics Idiot Savant - Chords

Idiot Savant

I got a catscan that proves I´m half-animal, half-man
Puttin' the squeeze on rap bands, like a lap-dance at fat camp
You seen Chords, where’s he at, man?
I’m probably at your local capstand, smoking the afghan
Who always gets the last laugh?
Me
See your demo went from your hand to my hand, straight to the trash can
Physically human, but a ghost at heart
See, I’ve been off the wall like stolen art, before Napoleon Bonapart
Before Joan of Arc was burnt to a crisp
Before Noah’s Arc departed I was the first to enlist it, sucka
The mark of the beast might swerve your way
When I run up, armed to the teeth like Kurt Cobain
And turn the henhouse you call a crew into Cordon Bleu
Put a match to my ass, fart at you, start a barbecue
In a bar or two I’ll end the verse with a cliffhanger
Guess who rolled up on you, not full of shit like Biff Tannen
It goes Who?
I
When I walk inside a room since I got caught riding a broom on the dark side of
the moon
It goes Who?
I
And suddenly they forfeit, 'cause Chords hit their chest with a flying horse
kick
It goes Who?
I
When Chords rolls through in a Yugo, poppin' bottles of Pruno
It goes Who?
I
Ooh, Aah
Ooh, My
Ooh, Aah
Rappers can’t hang
If they could, they’d be swinging off my balls
'Cause I got body blows that turn your entourage to kosmonauts
For no apparent reason, I strap on a pair of cleats
And open up a bagfull of severe beatings
You know me, the guy who talks with his spit glands
And spends his weekends moonwalking on quicksand
Who stormed your crib, called it home
Forcing you to pledge allegiance with a cobblestone to your collarbone
Chords!
Don’t give a fuck if I live or die
So go ahead and kill me, shit I be back by dinnertime
This ain’t the little leagues
I won’t stop 'til I got a thousand Billy Jeans from Italy to the Phillipines
'Cause it’s instilled in me
To spit raps that
Leave a disaster path like the aftermath of stampeding wilderbeast
So don’t be fooled, playa
You’re only on top of the game 'cause I knocked you out by the pool table
It goes Who?
I
When I walk inside a room since I got caught riding a broom on the dark side of
the moon
It goes Who?
I
And suddenly they forfeit, 'cause Chords hit their chest with a flying horse
kick
It goes Who?
I
When Chords rolls through in a Yugo, poppin' bottles of Pruno
It goes Who?
I
Ooh, Aah
Ooh, Aah
Ooh, Aah
Some people wonder why, under my mummified
Husk I’m numb inside
In a deep sleep, waiting to come alive
And leave you knee-deep in the water of Shit’s Creek
Pip-squeeks scatter when I stroll with Cujo on Mean Street
We can go to war with crowbars
Shoot-out like Lone Star, either way your next stop is the bone yard
That ain’t a comet it’s just Chords in his cars
Smoking cigars behind the steering wheel, orbiting Mars
Born grown, not even a fetus at birth
This ain’t just rap, asshole, this is genius at work
This is the type of shit you frame, put it on your wall
And twenty years later claim «I knew Chords back in the day»
No you didn’t!
Admit it, I was only at your house
'Cause your sister’s fine and guess who wanted to hit it?
C to the H-O
Fuck tagging it on walls, I leave it scarred in flesh
It goes Who?
I
When I walk inside a room since I got caught riding a broom on the dark side of
the moon
It goes Who?
I
And suddenly they forfeit, 'cause Chords hit their chest with a flying horse
kick
It goes Who?
I
When Chords rolls through in a Yugo, poppin bottles of Pruno
It goes Who?
I
Ooh, Aah
Ooh, Aah
Ooh, Aah