(Lo-fi recording. Hopefully, I will record a proper one soon)

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"Lyrical Spinach (Kick Your Ass)" (over 'Drop It Like It's Hot' by Snoop Doggy Doog)

{verse i}
I am The Lyric, The illy, The illa, With the will to ill
Feel how I emit windchills, Spit spat delicacy like eels
Till I spill somethin' jelly jazzy like Jilly Jilly Scott then refill
From ATL, with the skills
A future top billing, Yellow brick trillville
I can lean wit it, lean wit it, flip-flop it, huh
Call it Neo Dutty South delivery, and that's real
Lyrically, fuck witcha mama,
Baby Boy, then cook her grits for dinner
Eggs, buttnaked in the morning after grown man b-i,
Adopt ya, call me me poppa big dadd-ay, while I,
school you how to cause summer in the winter
Freeze! About to, po-po pop your pupils
Drive you cucko loco (wit) blue pills
(and) red pills till you burp (mix it) purple pills;
from over-dosing in these feel-good q-tip rhyme-izzles
For the final sizzle:
Pop your corn twinkle toes in the micro-phone-waves, and you're done!
Stick a fork in ya, you just got served with fetucini on top, bloaw!


{chorus}
I got that lyrical spinach for that popeye flow, popeye flow, popeye flow
I got the cheddar and the cheese now Brush that, Brush that, Brush that
I'm a lyrical genuis, now watch my flow, watch my flow, watch my flow
I can serve it how you want it
If you want it, define the field, imma come in, kick your ass, just cos, Ha!

{verse ii}
I-I-I got it going on
I-I-I got it going on
P-p-putchur your hands down
This-this-this ain't a stickup, maybe it should be
Don't spark a dubbie
Don't make ILLyric take it back to the, days when I had a short fuse,
Get it confused imma haveta...
Bring that back
Where was I? Oh yea, some'in' 'bout how good I am
When I spit, my shit's like milk:
Cats sample licks from my verses cos my shit is diverse
And yes, you may invest
And I, come correct like the right metaphor
Party people over there let the chorus follow
And by the way, oh yeah, drop it like its hot

{chorus}

{verse iii}
In the hover lane, this craft is, so infectious, fast track
Flyin a hover craft thru horse track
I ride this hot track like kamasutra
Japanese high performance Supra
I am all-knowing super instructor
Well oiled from the seasons 'n good senses,
Spicy seasonings, hurt your flamin ulcer
1, 2, 3 verse into this, ain't said nothing in particular
Havin said that, here's another one:
Ladies do get in bed let's play peek-a-boob
One breast, two breasts, three breasts, oops!
four breasts, five breasts, six Betty Boobs
Lyrical maestro, Just playin with words like I copped 'em from Words R Us


{chorus}

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