Lyrics Roundhouse - Diabolic, Taboo

Roundhouse

You think those Green Beret karate tricks are gonna help you against all these
boys?
Well it doesn’t look to me like I really have any choice
Now does it?
That’s right, you don’t
You know what I think I’m gonna do then?
Just, for the hell of it?
Tell me
I’m gonna take this right foot, and I’m gonna whop you, that side of your face.
And you wanna know something?
There’s not a damn thing you’re gonna be able to
do about it
Really?
Really!
Yeah
Broadcast live, from a quiet street in the 'burbs
A demon emerged, screaming: «Kweli is a nerd!»
Just a wolf dressed like every other sheep in the herd
Teaching the virgin Mary about the bees and the birds
Meanwhile, my belief is the leaders who serve
The people deserve to be the church seen in the purge
Tequila and nerves, currently increasing the urge
So drunk, I speak in tongues with secretive words
Reading a blurb, from the Necronomicon
While Obama, John, Tod, and
Bin Laden plot to drop atomic bombs
On Ramadan I’ll and pop a
Running through more trees than Forrest Gump
Getting shot in 'Nam
Can I kick it?
Dick inside a soccer mom
Who looks like Chaka Khan working night shifts at Papa John’s
Nonchalant, watching as the are
Waking up my cock and her twat form ionic bonds
('Bolic's gone)
Yeah I live the dream, lost in space
Making bitches scream like they’re in a scene with Norman Bates
Acting fly, then they reach their boarding gate
In a seat across the way from Richard Reed in Jordan 8's
Tour dates in London got 'em lining up an overseas chain
Like a pirate dungeon on the flying dutchman
You’re not alive if you won’t die for something
And your time is coming
My arrival marked your final judgement
Been running through these tunnels like the Taliban
Trying to find an escape route to take me out the promised land
A witchdoctor gave me some contraband and
Got me smoking boondocks with 2Pac's hologram
I give a fuck if I got a lot of fans
You’re not to blame that your brain is not advanced
They new I’d be a big problem before I got to land
'Cuz they saw an image 's monster in my sonogram
I was conjured by a shaman from a ganja plan
So it’s a family reunion when the gets chronic’s passed
Jesus he’s the God among the common man, this is not a rant
It’s the talk that made Ali chant
Never got a stance to these sense letters
development with intense pressure
Trust me, it doesn’t get better but here’s your consolation
Your head got severed by the best ever
A few words can cost you a few teeth
in a four that’s how I turn over a new leaf
It’s like this kid has been away for two weeks just
Waiting to draw dicks on your face while you sleep
You can tell I’m not sane
I get deeper than Captain Nemo on a nautilus with Bob James
Smoking ounces, spitting hot flames
Taboo, now you know how to properly pronounce God’s name