Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tower Of Babble (Featuring Smut Peddlers), artist - Copywrite. Album song The High Exhaulted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English
Tower Of Babble (Featuring Smut Peddlers) |
Mr. Eon, Alex the Worm King |
Smut Peddlers |
I search for bitch hitchhikers |
Pick em up, put a wack tape in |
And if they bob they head, I’ll strip em naked and rape them |
Out of? |
sucks by how you start your verse |
Forget it, then wait for six bars of the beat to pass before you set it |
Prowess the hardest cowards that rock alike |
Trying to sound like Pete Nelson but you can’t even copy right/Copywrite |
You won’t have a chance to cyph' once I advance |
Cuz I no longer rock the mic, nowadays I avalanche |
I’m at the point where non-smokers get high |
Before they challenge mine |
So when they fuck up, they’ll have an alibi |
Illuminate the human eye, I’m fast with it |
Let me see that new verse you wrote, I’ll wipe my ass with it |
I get applause and respect since you asked to get it |
Too many floss to correct, drop rap and quit it |
Pet pions of layman crews |
This ain’t rap |
It’s one step beyond what Kavorkian gets paid to do |
We fight in the Tower of Babble |
Three MC’s and one bow and arrow |
A hand full of gravel |
How far we gotta travel, facin a road that’s narrow |
Bring you before the judge and kill you with the gavel |
The procreator was conceived on top of a fader |
When I die, I’ll be the ghost that visits your sader |
That rose up the bitter herbs and the unleavened |
Here cat, here’s your contract, lost your incentive |
An '85 inventor, Air Max technology |
L. Ron Hubbard couldn’t see my Scientology |
Heads know my name, no need to introduce it |
Have you shook worse than a Columbine high school student |
This is what I be, the anti-virgin machine |
When I come out alive or the tests come clean? |
Your girl gave me passage to her innebriated rectum |
Sniff lines so Eon catch a deviated septum |
When the herbal glow, I catch vertigo |
Say you old school, don’t even know 'Here we go' |
The theory goes stranded on a island with amazons |
This is Mighty Mi and I’m Eon |
I smoke fair? |
for designer clothing |
Slut upon bags of pump out of a Cage verse |
Roam in the field like a cheerleader |
Flow like a landspeeder |
Bludgened crews with mics then twist leak up |
Watch Cage get a free fuck, Peddling Smut |
Eat up in your old slut then spit out the guts |
The talk of envious stuck |
Noid droids among us |
You thought you had some lights till you seen beams shoot from us |
I give the in-out to certain kin out |
That share the same blood as you |
After blood, she pull my shim out… |
Finish your verse |
While I commence to school MC’s like Colorado words |
The Illest Four Letter Word |
Observe how I serve |
You pray for? |
? |
till I come out with silfurs |
My pen retaliates through ways of my wit |
If your rhyme ain’t shit, then I’ll bash you in your shit |