Gym Class Heroes - Food For Mic Skills Lyrics

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Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicks

Osiris had the flyest but i'm all about axion verbal bigspin

I crooked grind your melon for not listenin'

I'm beyond regular you stuck in fakie position

The funny thing is i don't skate but i'll deflate your whole ego

Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than

The product of sha-nae-nae and patrick ewing havin' a baby

(damn travis you crazy) nah just a little misunderstood

I got the planet in confusion for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin'

Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers

I'll leave my mark then disappear like j.d. salinger

As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees

Suckin' the dicks of a&r's just to get their platinum chains and cars

I'ma keep on doin' my thing

Broke as macy gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing

Who wanna bring it to these crab apple affiliates

Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a philly gets

I've had enough of all these silent menaces

I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with violent sentences

The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine

You ain't a friend of mine so i suggest you call me mr. mccoy

Hot shit will burn and blister you boy

We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers

Invade your space like feathers from down parka's

We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof

We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth

And when we done we're pissin' innocence

Cause in a sense everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent

Or the phone bills you can't trade food for mic skills

But if you could i'd be eating lovely believe me.

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Travis mccoy be like the influenza flow sick

These other rappers on some old common cold (shhh)

I'm sicker than that and plus you always suck (yeck) quicker than that

And h20 aqua we be thicker than that and if at

Anytime shit gets to hard to handle i'm going out raw

Chainsaw and all like bruce cambell

Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps

Caffeine ain't allowin' travis to get no sleep

Cause cat's speak soft and quick to front hard like charles bronson

Shoutin' out brooklyn knowin' that they from wisconsin

That's why i'm always concentratin' when i'm puffin' cheeba

We down with new york state and the city of geneva

G-town's my residence that's where i stack my dead presidents

And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance come on now

I thought you knew better my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta

But better...yet...i make you sweat like keith

And have your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers

Invade your space like feathers from down parka's

We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof

We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth

And when we done we're pissin' innocence

Cause in a sense everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent

Or the phone bills you can't trade food for mic skills

But if you could i'd be eating lovely believe me.

Who start it like us rip a part it like us

Who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?

Who start it like us rip a part it like us

Who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?

Who start it like us rip a part it like us

Who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?

Who start it like us rip a part it like us

Who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?

Gch will make it happen regardless of the element

From breakdancing beats graffiti shit to straight rappin'

Who got your mama's hands clappin'?

Zappin' cats like the third rail these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats

Come on get serious you're making me furious with these lame clich's and whack hooks

Oh you ain't feelin' me? i'll beat you to death with black books

Now that i got your undivided you got a mic? you better hide it

I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates

With eye patches no teeth and burnt eye lashes

So they don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes

I'll smash your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen

Bash you with a mic so hard i'll leave your name swollen

Cut to the chase i'll just get to the point first cause frankly

You're shit is worse than fred durst's best verse

And(and)it's(it's)like(like)that(that)

We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers

Invade your space like feathers from down parka's

We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof

We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth

And when we done we're pissin' innocence

Cause in a sense everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent

Or the phone bills you can't trade food for mic skills

But if you could i'd be eating lovely believe me.

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