New Kid On The Block
Album: 7 Years In Isolation
By: Atrophy
By: Atrophy
Duration
1:47
Genres
Description
A chilled back beat, with a fast-paced rap. A lot of metaphors, and imagery is used, but I believe the delivery is what's remarkable about the song.
Lyrics
New kid on the block chip on his shoulder/ Spews hot phonetics simmerin' smoulders/ Too gone for head trips tippin' him over's/ The balance he tries to hang with spinnin' his motors/ Killin' the grocers beef is what I want/ Still on the sofa keef in blunts I smog/ Up//the whole place/ With my friends from tenth grade tweakin' up on the propane/ We be huffin' the cold flames puffin' the most crates/ Since radio waves dubbed Crest as Colgate/ X it was Rogaine no one had a clue/ As these days most raves roll in magnitude/ Lonesome latitudes most have to cruise/ From here to Los Angeles to Xanadu/ Amplitude, let's bring it up// Parachute, from any beat I jump// To hit the ground runnin' skid along the tracks/ Just caught my train of thought gravy sauce the wax/ Playing soft then fast I drag 'em loose/ Hotter than the lava from a dragon's wounds/ X-caliber in a greater weight class/ Tecs massacre mixed-up paperweights fast/ You can ruffle ya' feathers but never make cash/ Ahd that's what it's about doin' gigs to an eight-track/ Bricks to go break backs left and center/ Nick ya' throats straight flat like a Pez dispenser/ Heads dismembered, villages blunt smoke/ Old school flavor like sizzlin' gumbo/ What yo? You can't beat me/ I'm the mixture of A.I. and E.T./ Late night is PG compared to the morn/ Cobwebs crop threads in Children of the Korn/ Whirlwirds come to storms and close their eyes/ Cross their t's dot their j's Rambo bears my/ Brain in his brawn yo ditch this saw/ For a bigger cadaver switch the lawns/ Lynch the fawns and everything else deer/ You got yourself a pawn I'm about to melt here/ Hell yea//that's what it is/ Gettin' mad fucked up offa' substances/ All the sustenance if worst comes to worst/ I'll throw babies out with bathwater before their births/ Ionic cyclonic mind psychotropic/ Psychotic I've got it I'm so ironic/ The devil's in the details biologic-/ -al diabocal I'm phenomenal/ Quite unstoppable my abdominal/ Has 666 burned into it I'm the prodigal/ Sun//pills drunk with Henessy/ Cold-blooded and still chuggin' anti-freeze/ Dammit B I'm in a fantasy/ All this vanity got me rambling blasphemy/ Catastrophe//I'm so bonkers/ Spoken more than Moses or the Chosen Fathers/ O Sinatra smoke the top of your lungs then/ Go in trauma toke some ganja fuck them/ Illuminati loves the mafia/ Side effects may include insomnia/ Murders that took place at the boondocks/ Or in a BMW like 2pac/ See me punchin' you past the moon rocks/ Hot chronic glued to my lips seein' blue spots/ Pig stuys where hogs drive motorcycles/ They call 'em the police yea most are psycho/
