Voices, Part 1
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๐ Lyrics
Out in the streets
You won't survive with wack-ass beats (we can see that)
These days and times
Watch how we get
Ours with rhymes
To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
Who been in to win and blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo, the con artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Miloลกeviฤ
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage, the party people thanks me's
If I may speak freely, nasty
Like the freaky-deaky at your local sleazy speakeasy
For any fan of the limelight
In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite
It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
Jumping Jehoshaphat, who's that? Who cats
Who do magic be like, "Tell me how you do's that"
Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like Gekko
Let go the mic, do techno, haha
The best'll bust out laughing at the vet
For no reason, you get cussed out like Tourettes
Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
But, uh, horror play since third grade age
Back when we used to play, "Bang! Open bird cage"
Hip hop Benny Hill, sip Henny straight, get every pennyweight
Then he chill, at any rate
My Metal Face hoes with tongue or at least eye ring
Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing like
Kung-Fu fighting, everybody was biting
Then the Supervillain struck again like lightning at
The same spot (hzzz!), now what's the chance of that?
And a name drop like pick a name out the hat
That's an old driver from the liver conniver
Who vote player out the rap game like Survivor while I
Drop degrees like a nerd cat, wheeling on ten-speeds
From way back, I spin your back and then freeze
While I play high-ball, low-ball to zero
So-called rhymers, go call Cleo while I
Steal the show like, "Thought so, try hiking"
Super-duper stars need Ortho Tri-Cyclen
Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
I hear voices saying, "That's the Supervillain"
(Uhh, I hear voices)
Mostly from the women
I hear voices
Supervillain
An L blessed Iblis, showing him that
Even though he was not in Heaven
Heaven could still come to him
You won't survive with wack-ass beats (we can see that)
These days and times
Watch how we get
Ours with rhymes
To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
Who been in to win and blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo, the con artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Miloลกeviฤ
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage, the party people thanks me's
If I may speak freely, nasty
Like the freaky-deaky at your local sleazy speakeasy
For any fan of the limelight
In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite
It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
Jumping Jehoshaphat, who's that? Who cats
Who do magic be like, "Tell me how you do's that"
Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like Gekko
Let go the mic, do techno, haha
The best'll bust out laughing at the vet
For no reason, you get cussed out like Tourettes
Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
But, uh, horror play since third grade age
Back when we used to play, "Bang! Open bird cage"
Hip hop Benny Hill, sip Henny straight, get every pennyweight
Then he chill, at any rate
My Metal Face hoes with tongue or at least eye ring
Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing like
Kung-Fu fighting, everybody was biting
Then the Supervillain struck again like lightning at
The same spot (hzzz!), now what's the chance of that?
And a name drop like pick a name out the hat
That's an old driver from the liver conniver
Who vote player out the rap game like Survivor while I
Drop degrees like a nerd cat, wheeling on ten-speeds
From way back, I spin your back and then freeze
While I play high-ball, low-ball to zero
So-called rhymers, go call Cleo while I
Steal the show like, "Thought so, try hiking"
Super-duper stars need Ortho Tri-Cyclen
Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
I hear voices saying, "That's the Supervillain"
(Uhh, I hear voices)
Mostly from the women
I hear voices
Supervillain
An L blessed Iblis, showing him that
Even though he was not in Heaven
Heaven could still come to him
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.11] Out in the streets
[00:02.92] You won't survive with wack-ass beats (we can see that)
[00:08.20] These days and times
[00:10.77] Watch how we get
[00:11.72] Ours with rhymes
[00:15.64] To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
[00:17.96] Who been in to win and blast to the last siren
[00:19.90] On the slow-mo, the con artist with the so-so chick
[00:22.12] Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Miloลกeviฤ
[00:24.65] Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
[00:26.31] Once I leave off-stage, the party people thanks me's
[00:29.05] If I may speak freely, nasty
[00:30.33] Like the freaky-deaky at your local sleazy speakeasy
[00:33.08] For any fan of the limelight
[00:34.51] In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite
[00:36.73] It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
[00:38.52] With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
[00:41.13] Jumping Jehoshaphat, who's that? Who cats
[00:43.02] Who do magic be like, "Tell me how you do's that"
[00:44.75] Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like Gekko
[00:47.39] Let go the mic, do techno, haha
[00:49.10] The best'll bust out laughing at the vet
[00:50.89] For no reason, you get cussed out like Tourettes
[00:53.09] Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
[00:55.06] Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
[00:57.15] But, uh, horror play since third grade age
[00:59.40] Back when we used to play, "Bang! Open bird cage"
[01:01.65] Hip hop Benny Hill, sip Henny straight, get every pennyweight
[01:04.11] Then he chill, at any rate
[01:05.40] My Metal Face hoes with tongue or at least eye ring
[01:07.75] Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing like
[01:09.62] Kung-Fu fighting, everybody was biting
[01:11.72] Then the Supervillain struck again like lightning at
[01:13.44] The same spot (hzzz!), now what's the chance of that?
[01:15.78] And a name drop like pick a name out the hat
[01:17.85] That's an old driver from the liver conniver
[01:19.89] Who vote player out the rap game like Survivor while I
[01:21.94] Drop degrees like a nerd cat, wheeling on ten-speeds
[01:24.25] From way back, I spin your back and then freeze
[01:26.49] While I play high-ball, low-ball to zero
[01:28.39] So-called rhymers, go call Cleo while I
[01:30.55] Steal the show like, "Thought so, try hiking"
[01:32.44] Super-duper stars need Ortho Tri-Cyclen
[01:34.41] Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
[01:36.53] I hear voices saying, "That's the Supervillain"
[01:38.37] (Uhh, I hear voices)
[01:41.66] Mostly from the women
[01:42.86] I hear voices
[01:45.91] Supervillain
[01:47.37] An L blessed Iblis, showing him that
[01:49.70] Even though he was not in Heaven
[01:51.99] Heaven could still come to him
[01:53.32]
[00:02.92] You won't survive with wack-ass beats (we can see that)
[00:08.20] These days and times
[00:10.77] Watch how we get
[00:11.72] Ours with rhymes
[00:15.64] To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
[00:17.96] Who been in to win and blast to the last siren
[00:19.90] On the slow-mo, the con artist with the so-so chick
[00:22.12] Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Miloลกeviฤ
[00:24.65] Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
[00:26.31] Once I leave off-stage, the party people thanks me's
[00:29.05] If I may speak freely, nasty
[00:30.33] Like the freaky-deaky at your local sleazy speakeasy
[00:33.08] For any fan of the limelight
[00:34.51] In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite
[00:36.73] It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
[00:38.52] With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
[00:41.13] Jumping Jehoshaphat, who's that? Who cats
[00:43.02] Who do magic be like, "Tell me how you do's that"
[00:44.75] Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like Gekko
[00:47.39] Let go the mic, do techno, haha
[00:49.10] The best'll bust out laughing at the vet
[00:50.89] For no reason, you get cussed out like Tourettes
[00:53.09] Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
[00:55.06] Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
[00:57.15] But, uh, horror play since third grade age
[00:59.40] Back when we used to play, "Bang! Open bird cage"
[01:01.65] Hip hop Benny Hill, sip Henny straight, get every pennyweight
[01:04.11] Then he chill, at any rate
[01:05.40] My Metal Face hoes with tongue or at least eye ring
[01:07.75] Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing like
[01:09.62] Kung-Fu fighting, everybody was biting
[01:11.72] Then the Supervillain struck again like lightning at
[01:13.44] The same spot (hzzz!), now what's the chance of that?
[01:15.78] And a name drop like pick a name out the hat
[01:17.85] That's an old driver from the liver conniver
[01:19.89] Who vote player out the rap game like Survivor while I
[01:21.94] Drop degrees like a nerd cat, wheeling on ten-speeds
[01:24.25] From way back, I spin your back and then freeze
[01:26.49] While I play high-ball, low-ball to zero
[01:28.39] So-called rhymers, go call Cleo while I
[01:30.55] Steal the show like, "Thought so, try hiking"
[01:32.44] Super-duper stars need Ortho Tri-Cyclen
[01:34.41] Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
[01:36.53] I hear voices saying, "That's the Supervillain"
[01:38.37] (Uhh, I hear voices)
[01:41.66] Mostly from the women
[01:42.86] I hear voices
[01:45.91] Supervillain
[01:47.37] An L blessed Iblis, showing him that
[01:49.70] Even though he was not in Heaven
[01:51.99] Heaven could still come to him
[01:53.32]