Pass the Remote

By Mat4yo

On Summer Solstice

Released on September 12, 2014

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Hater #1 - Yo, whaddya watching?

Hater #2 - Yo, is this that Yo 4 Mat guy

Hater #3 - Oh yeah I love him, GIMMME THE REMOTE

I would change it too, believe me. i can vouch for me

But the remote’s on a whole other couch from me

Not remotely a salary, not hourly

I’m scouring these narrow alleyways and we’re both power free

I can’t see

I swear I’m not cowardly

I think something bit me several times and tried devouring me

Now i’m offspring of

Falcon rabies amalgamated with alchemy

Don’t walk away without me

I’m the leader, follow me or feel hated

I’m like a country concert the way i’m tailgated

You’re ill fated i’m ill rated, be afraid

I’m wiping micros off the globe, get Bill Gate’d

You make me bored like the tell tale’s grave is

Black, white, chalk, doesn’t matter what the race is

I make faces petrified, it sucks

That i made you turn out to be such a' bust’

I cut rappers off like the crust

Make ‘em real jelly like they bunk with peanut butt, errr..

Hold the -er, i will send you to the ER

Leave you to rot like BRVR

Hee-snaw

I will put you to sleep

Rappers so monotonous they got me counting sheep

Its obvious i’m not in this for monumental rock-ishness

I got respect in retrospect i guess its just a consequence

Let me rearrange your face - boggle that

I see right through your flow - goggle that

Make you wanna switch sides - toggle that

I did it all on my own and I promise that

I made my self sick, guess I’m a hypochondriac

Check my cell, my mitochondria just might have conjured that

Any dignity you have, I bet you laundered that

Matter fact

I’m dynamite, where my girl lafawndah at?

I knead that dough - pumpernickel

But i don’t need that dough, - just a nickel

If i displeased or gave you the heebie jeebies

I’m sincerely sorry i will re-habituate your t.v. screen

But you already know

I’m clogging up your TiVo

And as far as the eye can see

I provide your FiOs TV

All the senior citizens i’m living in your tapes and you

You guns are hung up wanting my subscriptions and my pay-per view

And all I got is this paper in view

If you a hater, I am the creator of you