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letra de modok - old gvb

all your raps control c, control v
but one thing you can’t do is control me
sick motherf-cker, with a spinning head like a wooden wheel
sharper t–th than a lion and deeper in the ocean than an eel
i look like antony on his way to cleopatra then slipped on a banana peel
medicinal medieval type of strings like it’s a viol, gigue or vielle
for some type of sickening work i’ve got abundant, gross zeal
awful rap and the ones who don’t love me give me hives and wheals
the beat sound like thunder when it peal
the ancient pope afraid of two things, gvb and his lightning bolts
like i’m a lizard man, i need to go and moult
he ran through athens, and kissed athena, he flew over rome and p-ssed on the pope, then saw the olt
they tax the peoples ufo’s and cookie dough
so they jumped like soviets, at least i’m not lonely yet
with sickles and ploughs
day ended with bloodshed, bl–dy monday, it’s been a bl–dy day if it ends with the letter “y”
i’m like the new m.o.d.o.k everything you every did was asinine
i keep the flow tighter than a executed pirates necktie
i been spitting atomic like i’m gojira
i been poppin ever since i made gira
i been sideways all the time like tower of pisa
the cash flow goes in pyramids like it’s giza
i’m covered in this dough like i made a tower of pizza
see that’s my trick: i didn’t buy the house i just transferred the money to the leaser
everyone think i’m alien like “take me to your leader”
i didn’t even buy the bike i traded with some 50s greasers
soak in the light but still when sun comes out we hide under bleachers
it’s like paying for harvard when you get me for a feature
you see 100 fingers, 8 backs and 1000 t–th, that’s gvb the creature
i’m brother and sister with mother nature like it’s bart and lisa
it’s like all the ivy league colleges money on my left hand
when we talk in tongues we like beetles, like a band
when you making it to the top you have to grab it not shake the hand
i don’t wanna chat i’m only here to exchange bands
the ice on my t–th lookin more like denchers
n0body forgotten blondy’s name not the romans, mayans or the aztec’s with dementia
i lived reincarnations i swear in mongolia i might have meet ya
i work in tongues and gospels of the aliens not musicals
that’d be wasted potential like reed richards workin in a cubicle
more ensnared than mozart in the orchestra to lead it
yeah i got lymes and other chronic issues
but what hurts more is when it sinks it that i miss you
my lyrical g*nius make less sense to a nickel brain thank looney tunes speaking in soviet to betty boop
then aristotle caught the whole convo in a bottle
then caesar got on ebay and made millions off elmer’s p–p
it’s hard to deconstruct my rap schematic it’s erratic like elmer and gorilla glue
hazmat dudes trying to figure who spat the lava-like toxic goop
a stupid country hick with hiccups doing sit-ups played his banjo
while the waterfalls turn red at least i still got a two person bed
“too up tight, you stand up too right” he said
if you want the info you gotta cut into my titanium, vibrating diploe
they cut into it, “beep beep” cl!cked with a pen through it
they found that the only thing i knew was a crazy taxi driver with a chapeau with who died of hubris
examination, pop quiz, soda lid, they thought i knew how it was done by brutus
but i’m a secret chemical weapon robot g*nius
a scripture ghost written by they tectonic plates, that’s his senior thesis
i mean his own writing was egregious
the middleman he needed was some kinda alien jesus
i had to replace the walls of the castle to pay for his highness inconvenience
i never blink i’m gripping to a pen yeah i’m sleepless
stupid! you need a maryland crab hammer to tenderise the meat of a phoenix
that’s the most tasty bird genus
use some of that, straight from venus
it’ll add a little spice and it’ll add a little sweetness
we’re doomed to repeat it
like micheal jackson’s doomed to just beat it
and that mozart in the orchestra is doomed to lead it
forget it, i don’t regret it, i rigged mind control devices into the intergalactic senate!
how’d you do it? he asked, i only did it by a brevet
so don’t give me full credit
i keep on changing up like an ilmenite
conspiracy tin hat, excuse that
it probably spread from a crazy lady who ate a fruit bat
i don’t understand why they don’t get that to be with someone you gotta pursue that
elementary my dear, as i inspect the stolen goose fat
b-tch please, i’m a m.o.d.o.k: machine. only. designed. for. k!lling
true that!
he put nails in his ears to reduce the noise of a screw drilling
come to the moon we got weekly cthulhu grillings
but you can’t pay with jamaican money you gotta pay with ugandan shillings
sorry i don’t make the rules, i just enforce em, i’m not the prophet i’m just the one who makes sure ahab fulfills it
i’ve shown you all my weapons of mass destruction and you’re still unwilling?
yeah you know blondy villain like he modok
i think that they might need to give edgar allan poe some botox
i knit it, hit it with the oldest trick, a fous pau!
hide my lasers in the silo
i only run by one law, the law of milo
old kinderhook, o.k, k.o, d.j, jay z, o.j or j. lo
o.d, d.o, ayo!, d.o.j, double g, 1983, muhammad ali stick it to angelia jolie
i only am in league with the classics
if he’s trying to rest in peace me, satan would at least try and mask it
we use to have greats like michelangelo, da vinci and the medichi’s
now all we got is rudy giulani, mario and luigi
the gas mask is gas smoke proof
it’s be crooked like me giving wedgies to fdr and his smoke poof
but i mean, now you think there’s a pantless winnie the pooh?
even seen me and modok in the same room?
no no no, it’s crazy how at the same time we go into a tollbooth
door hinge, unhinged, doormat, matte black, names matt, tooth loose
close your eyes you might see your fate or a bottle of blood from a goose
i don’t know how palm reading works f-ck that i’m going with churchill to play clue
it was stalin in the pool with the axe
who’s that guy with the big s on his shirt at the laundromat
who’s gonna get “got” first? me or that crooked superguy it’s just a matter of gods trading laundry baskets
stop talking like that
or you’ll get rolled up like a yoga mat
i beat my chest on the tower, king kong
on my door, ding dong
pest control found something weird in the bowl
in 50s i found cavemen in my bas-m-nt sniffing cherry flavoured lip balm
i gave em new cuts and wrote em songs
boom, now you got the beatles
but to get em on ed sullivan i had to do unspeakable evils
i tossed him off the cliff, he got evil kenevil’d
i found a lot of the secrets in a old laboratory
my g*nius, my brilliance, its oratory
when i pop, believe one thing it’ll turn into a horror story
gods of foxes and other slinky creepers like a torii
they pushining medusa for turning people into statues, so the punishment is statutory
i been around for so long i saw fords rise and the fall of lorry’s
against modok, dont make it discriminatory
i thought my heart might stop, i might be in limbo, in purgatory
just one room of the secret base cost a whole d-mn quarry
fate’s whispering i’ll explode when i’m 20, go superstar at 30 and die when i’m 40
so im gonna go cl!ck clack now, for m.u, to get us that glory
yea!

- old gvb

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