never outdated

By Swono

On Spirals

Released on May 25, 2017

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[Verse 1]

Back, Del impetuous

Tempestuous

Bust flows impervious

Under fire like asbestos

All MCs grip my testicles

Let them go

No, I spread your flow like metal pull

Utensils such as scalpels

Over your Adam's Apple

To make you alto

Doggin' MCs and feed 'em Alpo

Your plan backfires to my satires

Got your flow sittin' on flat tires

My roguish rhymes rip through your lip when you bite

Like a lightnin' bolt, for a volt of molten mic

Hazardous to the average

Volt and death strike

To your neck right

On target

Bull's eye

Then deflected off your neck with such velocity

It's sets the hip hop hostage free

In the terminal burnin' all MC's brains

Accelerated agents got you walkin' on canes

I'll be brief like Hanes

Mundane MCs get caned to retain my title

The vital organ donor

To cut through the bologna

My escapades let you wave through the masquerade

Rain with disaster man out in your play book

Cause they took

The funk merged with hate

And then regurgitate

This concludes part of what causes murder rates to bubble

Meanwhile I take the shuttle to this girls crib so we can cuddle

And listen to my subtle rebuttals to butthole


[Hook]

Words and phrases I prefer to play with

What occurs when I made it is never outdated


[Verse 2]

I stifle your mic hold your grips slips don't bet all your chips

Thrown away all your tips for thinkin'

That's dangerous

Leave that to the big boys

Sicker than Sig Freud

Peep, you wanna live forever but take too many chances

You with many can get a piece of Eastside Oakland folks

When provokin' spoken dialects of broken English

That distinguish us from y'all

We cause shots at all spots on the globe

And disrobe your mode of mediocrity like Socrates

My Egyptian inscription's shiftin'

Brain cells with sick afflictions

Suckas must be simpin'

Hop like Lipton

You'll get the microphone when I'm though if then

I formed a rapport with my siblings

The sort of thing that keep the crew tight

Even in it's new life

You think you're able to label the Hiero sound?

You still haven't found a comparable variable

I aim my flows they close in like smart bombs

Bury ya, restricted areas

Me and my playmates, we talented hip-hop paladins

Paddling the charlatans

Knowing what we are to them

Makes us try hard to win

We attend the track promptly

Rappers wanna chomp me

They empty

I'm mega morph with mega force don't fort deceit the beat

It's a treat

A peak at the war on the weak


[Hook]

Words and phrases I prefer to play with

What occurs when I made it is never outdated


[Verse 3]

Del carelessly cavorting

Over more things than tracks

Your skulls perhaps

Spinal taps, vinyl lapse over each other you'll discover

Soon enough how tough it is to scruff them bids

At auctions I'm lost in madness

Lackadaisical but coming back to fade you all

I don't make music for the teeny boppers

The coppers and proper bourgeois

Y'all can lose me

Or find me but keep in mind we

Underground when you get offended