Hyprophone

By Simple

On Tied To Things

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Seriously, you're a pro, bro

You're the pro, bro

Yeah, yo


[Verse 1: Illmaculate]

I planted shots, spittin' nasty rhymes just to pass the time

When it comes to battles, I'm a motherfuckin' mastermind

See, if I lose, it was just because

I don't want you to get sick of me winning and start to root for the underdog

I'm rockin' these beats phenomenally

Honestly, God has sent me to replace the common MC

So with everybody out there, don't drop your CD

These niggas are all the obsolete rеcall models of me

And don't confuse thе obvious with rude cockiness

I'm just a modest kid that uses talkin' shit that boosts his confidence

So leave it or love it, we can discuss it

The whole you speak from humongous, and I'm a teacher to shut it

So goodnight to these overhyped socialites

You know the type that's known to bite and prone to clone the foes, alright

My goal in life is to put so many souls on ice

So when I hold the mic, poltergeists are always close in sight


[Chorus: Simple]

You're like the paint used to make a piece of art

The starter pistol used to tell the horses to run

You're like a bench at the bus stop

A rag to clean the dust off the sign for the crosswalk that people ignore

A machine, no dreams, only stapling seams

Just a tool used to deconstruct and only destroy

You're a pet with no choice, only using your voice

I've never heard a parrot make such a beautiful noise


[Verse 2: OnlyOne]

Only One is Rob, I am one with God

My lungs can't stop till I've done my job

Instill this realness, you can see it in my eyes

I frequently speak the truth, the reason I'm fly

I frequently speak the truth, even when I lie

My allegiance lies with the Sandpeeps until I die

Believe it, your music sucks, it's no secret

Is that your CD? It's stupid, fuck, you can keep it

Don't be keyed, there's no G as dope as me

Only B as dope as ODB when he OD'd

As dope as coca leaves blow boats of keys

And snow OZs grown overseas

Chosen, rose to be known only in the States

Not signing Only? That was Sony's mistake

If homie don't know Only as Napoleon the Great

I'm the Axe, Moby, time to slap homie in his face


[Chorus: Simple]

You're like the paint used to make a piece of art

The starter pistol used to tell the horses to run

You're like a bench at the bus stop

A rag to clean the dust off the sign for the crosswalk that people ignore

A machine, no dreams, only stapling seams

Just a tool used to deconstruct and only destroy

You're a pet with no choice, only using your voice

I've never heard a parrot make such a beautiful noise


[Verse 3: Simple]

Yo, I ain't the same as you pussies

I'm like a new type of feline

No A to B pass, this a new type of beeline

You're behind the tee, I'm the design

I'll remind you of the ships of E.T. steady landing on the sea line

East to Northwest, B.C. to Cortez

MC looked at me like I'm a help him cheat on the test

If you don't know, then goddammit you never will

It's a skill that you can learn, but to earn it you will

Have to exercise, stretch your mind around a concept

This ain't a contest, but if it was you'd lose it to a nom

That I should hold doors instead of mics and let you bitches pass through

When the cookie crumbles, make a crack, I have to smash you

I'll act too, I won't pretend I don't have flaws

In return you fuckers must admit you don't have balls

Don't turn your head and cough, nobody's feeling your shit

If they are, it's probably really just the tip of the dick


[Chorus: Simple]

You're like the paint used to make a piece of art

The starter pistol used to tell the horses to run

You're like a bench at the bus stop

A rag to clean the dust off the sign for the crosswalk that people ignore

A machine, no dreams, only stapling seams

Just a tool used to deconstruct and only destroy

You're a pet with no choice, only using your voice

I've never heard a parrot make such a beautiful noise