Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elite Sincopation, artist - Scott Joplin. Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Song language: English
Elite Sincopation |
| Yeah, it’s been a minute man |
| Scoot, 2Sharp, RobinBanks, GYee, VI Seconds |
| Yeah |
| Amnesia couldn’t make you forget about us |
| Wreck the towers, best around us |
| Bitch how could you ever doubt us? |
| Got my flow on surf and you next to drown bitch |
| You looking like a stunfisk you just a flounder |
| Got ya girl puffs out and I’m next to pound her |
| Hidden Power, Fire Spin set around us |
| Your minds gone and it’s best you found it |
| My team’s a threat, and you looking stressed about it |
| Hurt you, I murk you, I go in like curfew |
| My ribbons alert you, my M’s looking purple |
| They master, I catch ya, I’m faster |
| I turn you to Ghost types like Casper, Absol a disaster |
| I Drizzle confetti, my style is deadly |
| This Amulet Coin got my pockets all heavy |
| You know you ain’t ready |
| These battles get messy |
| The only Pokes used are these Honedge machetes |
| And there ain’t no solution |
| All you niggas NU, straight useless |
| Team trash boy I got all the blueprints |
| Double Slap hit you up twice then it’s deuces |
| And you ain’t gon' do shit, true shit |
| Challenge me and my team that’s foolish |
| I’m a Pokemon master you a student |
| Everyday is Pay Day go on keep your two cents (We do this) |
| Who you playing with, bitch not with us |
| Got artillery on my octopus |
| We catch em all you ain’t doing shit |
| So like a Charizard you can’t rock with us |
| We killers boy when that wind blows |
| You can tell cause it be so Ominous |
| That top spot like the Ice Path |
| And we sliding in there like hockey pucks |
| Okay now Pokedollas I flip those |
| Dick be swinging like Hypno |
| Quiet nature I tiptoe |
| Leave your ass with a slit throat |
| Now watch how I break it down |
| Diggersby shake the ground |
| Might catch me playing rough |
| Won’t see me play around |
| Wait till Gen seven comes out |
| Im’a end up right back in that dojo |
| You haters don’t make a sound |
| I’m a Mega Bro, Sticky Web you slow |
| Only smart nigga with a dumb ass flow |
| I was made for this, ya bitch Luvdisc |
| Put you niggas in the dirt like Stunfisk |
| Make you go night night Dark Void |
| You rarely used, Blastoise |
| I’m at the Game Corner stay winnin' |
| Coin Case full, so I stay spendin' (Ha) |
| Rollout, nigga getting better with time |
| Sludge Wave flow, what’s poppin' slime? |
| I’m sick, Cubchoo, lemme wipe my nose |
| Smacking niggas down and Earthquake the flow |
| I’m unpredictable and you typical |
| I ain’t Missingno but I’ll glitch you bro |
| You Self Destruct, I eat it up |
| Then I turn around Dark type beat it up |
| Scoot is the truth so it’s no need to doubt |
| I stay killing teams with the squad, get em out |
| Blasting them niggas of course I’ma win |
| Blown away, who are you again? |
| I don’t even know shit fuck it, gone |
| But how the hell you bad at Pokemon |
| You niggas are filth, Garbador at the game |
| Lemme get cleansed, Politoad make it rain |
| Swift Swim, I go first |
| With a Life Orb, you gon get murked |
| Crow fly, swag on fleek |
| Can’t see me Shadow Sneak |
| I told you niggas I’m like TTar |
| Pursuit got you flipped like Malamar |
| Topsy Turvy, I did you dirty |
| I’m the king motherfucker Pokemon 230 |
| I’m Unknown with Hidden Power |
| It’s my time to shine like a green Dialga |
| Put me on any track and I will devour |
| Like Thunderbolts on Feraligatrs |
| Can’t see you haters, Dunsparce |
| But your hate’s my motivation to spark |
| Now I’m slowly getting better |
| And my lines are getting clever |
| I’m enduring any hits |
| And then returning with Endeavors |
| If my abilities Drought |
| You’ll be feeling under weather |
| When will I get smacked down? |
| Um, never |
| You gotta be joking me |
| Gale Wings nigga being fly is my priority |
| You’re normal like a Bunnelby |
| I’m in the cut like Rotom-C |
| You’re something like Jirachi |
| Cause you wish to hear some more of me |
| If that’s what you want I’ll do my part |
| Go to YouTube and search up Just2Sharp |
| I’m back, did you really think it’s over bro? |
| Super luck flow, almost every hit is critical |
| It’s over like the third turn of a Perish Song |
| My bars pack more weight than a Groudon |
| But I’m snapping like a Basculin |
| Talk shit about the flow, nigga I ain’t having it |
| I’ll throw your body in a lake full of Gyarados |
| And walk off with your bitch like Gary Oak |
| They told me I should do this in my normal voice |
| Now normally that wouldn’t be my normal choice |
| But I don’t want to miss my chance |
| To spit y’all a new verse |
| And even my normal voice hits hard |
| Like a Boomburst |
| Especially with these Specs on |
| My best song is always my next song |
| Mr. All Black Everything |
| Only thing more black is Zekrom |
| I’m going in like a cage fighter |
| It’s a great cypher cause they’re nicer |
| You the type to run a Vacuum Wave Scyther |
| While I’m making more plays than a stagewriter |
| Saying I am whack, what type of lie is that? |
| Flow’s cold, shocking, and hot like a Tri Attack |
| Now rewind it back, you can’t ignore the skill |
| When it’s hot I hit faster, that’s Chlorophyll |
| I’m like Primal Reversion, you don’t get it man |
| In my prime, all his verses like Desolate Land |
| That means they so heat like a Specs Reshiram |
| You’re talking money that’s a definite plan |
| I’ll make it rain like Primordial Sea |
| I squash competition, they all Skorupi |
| Check my channel if you want more of me |
| And download this shit like a Porygon Z |
| Can’t get to the top any faster than this |
| All of the haters they have to be pissed |
| I’ll make them all ghosts like a Mismagius |
| While fans wave their hands like a Cofagrigus |
| A lineup like this? |
| Man it has to be sick |
| You ain’t gonna find better rappers than this |
| It’s like we’re holding big Watmel berries |
| Cause spitting fire is our Natural Gift |
| No intros you should know me |
| Show up in that Poke Boeing |
| Treat all y’all like you some Pory- |
| Gon origami you folding |
| These porter potties ain’t know me |
| I flush you down like a Goldeen |
| It’s easy like a Hitmonlee |
| In soccer without the Goalie |
| Tacos and guacamole |
| So call me a Ludicolo, the flow so loco |
| I’m burning birds turning girls into Ho-Oh's |
| These hoes all on me like hordes so |
| I smoke them out like a Torkoal |
| My stick in your girl’s mouth |
| I stay in there that’s Pangoro |
| Change it up like a Meloetta |
| Said I’ll never bring myself down |
| To the level of these featherweights |
| These Farfetch’d fricken heads’ll sever when I Mega Evolve |
| Then I hit them with the Aerilate (Yeah) |
| I’m Pinsir off the top of the head |
| I’m Tyrant all you fossils are dead |
| And I craft like Picasso with pens |
| You Smeargle drawing a sketch |
| Put Darumaka in the hospital bed (Huh) |
| Cause your baby fire flow just fainted |
| Roggenrola, all you clones dull, faceless |
| This Quagsire make the crowd go Wooper |
| Drill 'em then I’m out this B, no U-turn |
| Guess who’s back, did you miss me much? |
| I’m hearing these niggas talking shit tryna Jynx me bruh |
| Paralyzed cause the ladies wanna lick me bruh |
| And a couple of fodder niggas tryna diss me bruh |
| Acting out cause I got them Intimidated |
| I’ll be Goodra, put them in a sticky situation |
| You loser, fuck around I’m pointing a laser |
| To open up your jaw like Mega Rayquaza |
| Hotter than a Desolate Land |
| Wavier than Primordial Sea |
| Lil nigga I ain’t even go Primal |
| That ain’t something you want to see |
| I’m known amongst towns for shutting shit down |
| And holding more arms than Hoopa Unbound |
| Flapping ya neck, I’ll be blasting a tech |
| Shit’ll fly and hit harder than Dragon Ascent |
| I’m a savage, you next |
| For the cabbage you check |
| I’ll be wrapping your tongue around the back of your neck |
| (Greninja) Yeah, lurking in shadows |
| Launching metal to pierce through your marrow |
| Whack is the word to describe y’all proper |
| You’ll be slapped if you try to intercept my job, bruh |
| Bitch boys don’t want me all riled up |
| Swing, hope you got a Strong Jaw like Tyrunt |
| Never been a sone, levitating Earthquakes |
| Made that shit known on my very first birthday |
| Suicune, ain’t another nigga matching up |
| Heart colder than a motherfucking Avalugg |
| Shocking on the web like Galvantula |
| Give you Close Combat till you niggas had enough |
| Tryna battle, you might as well cop some rope |
| I’m Poison, when I kick something Toxicroak |
| I goes in, no one hard as I |
| Your girl bust he mouth open wide like Carnivine |
| To interest her interest, Sixx legit |
| Throwing Shadow Balls, look at the flick of the wrist |
| Let that shit bang bang, that’s O Block |
| With a Fire Punch that’ll leave your Solrock |
| Johto, cell phones, now you getting this message |
| I’m the illest legendary nigga never forget it |
| Jirachi, Jirachi, Versace, Versace |
| These niggas can’t stop me (Woo!) |
| Your bitch want it longer, I kill and get stronger |
| You’re looking at Moxie (Woo!) |
| Your girl give me Lickitung, told her I get it done |
| I’m in her room tonight (Woo!) |
| The coldest thing living, you nigga gon' get it |
| Now where’s my Suicuninite? |
| (Easy!) |
| It’s 2015 and we livin' |
| Y’all irrelevant niggas looking for attention |
| I laugh at y’all |
| It’s life! |