Issue No 190 Junior Lyrics
Junior by Issue No. 190
Ft. MC Verses
(Intro)
This is the best one
(Hook x2)
My poetry's deep, I neva fail
Keep falling, neva fallen to six feet deep
(Verse 1: Madchild)
They feed us hope just to poison our souls
Tried to get ahead but now yo boy is in a hole
Madchild, the track savage
Inhale darkness and exhale Black Magic so fuck it! I'm back at it
Shit, might as well take anotha crack at it
I'm the magic man, abracadabra
Vocabulary like volcanic lava
Far from fabulous (still playin' Gallager
Next generation, still bewitched like Gattaca
Still a phenomenon, I'm the commandant
Still got shit on deck upon the promenade
Looking down, colorful botanical garden
Robotic Jabberjaw, spit mechanical jargon
A million otha rappers fill the planet wit garbage
So I have to represent cuz Mad is Canada's hardest
Sharper than a razor's edge
Lyrics, they could raise the dead, crazy like Eraserhead
Rap's actually bafflinear acts, up on my scaffoldin'
I'm a cowboy, natural but track wacko
Said howdy partna, then I spat black tobacco
(Hook x2)
My poetry's deep, I neva fail
Keep falling, neva fallen to six feet deep
(Verse 2: Madchild)
Great white hope that likes dope
Recite quotes wit broke white folk that like smokes
Is this not what ya came fo? To see Shane's pain
Pour like rain down a drain storm on my knees like I paint floors
Split personality like Batman and Bane's war
Yosemite Sam wit two hand cannons
Standing on the Grand Canyon listenin' to Santana
I'm lookin' down from the ledge
Thinkin' I might of lost my edge
But still got voices in my head
Represent the demented, my freak flag flies
Ends meet: my incentive, but weeks drag by
Swing my sword like Spartacus
My look is nautical, black toque and a cardigan
My parameter: exceed the grasp of mere mortals
Look at life through a kaleidoscope and it appears normal
Still wounded from failure
Doom lisp, my career blooms like azaleas
Pretend I like to be alone
No visitors, ain't no one call me on the phone
Feeling like I need to be cleansed, I need some new friends
Cuz I ain't got a girl, even in this new Benz, opposite of superstar
Still a bit popular on Twitter, that's where the groupies are
(Hook x2)
My poetry's deep, I neva fail
Keep falling, neva fallen to six feet deep
(Intro)
This is the best one
(Hook x2)
My poetry's deep, I neva fail
Keep falling, neva fallen to six feet deep
(Verse 1: Madchild)
They feed us hope just to poison our souls
Tried to get ahead but now yo boy is in a hole
Madchild, the track savage
Inhale darkness and exhale Black Magic so fuck it! I'm back at it
Shit, might as well take anotha crack at it
I'm the magic man, abracadabra
Vocabulary like volcanic lava
Far from fabulous (still playin' Gallager
Next generation, still bewitched like Gattaca
Still a phenomenon, I'm the commandant
Still got shit on deck upon the promenade
Looking down, colorful botanical garden
Robotic Jabberjaw, spit mechanical jargon
A million otha rappers fill the planet wit garbage
So I have to represent cuz Mad is Canada's hardest
Sharper than a razor's edge
Lyrics, they could raise the dead, crazy like Eraserhead
Rap's actually bafflinear acts, up on my scaffoldin'
I'm a cowboy, natural but track wacko
Said howdy partna, then I spat black tobacco
(Hook x2)
My poetry's deep, I neva fail
Keep falling, neva fallen to six feet deep
(Verse 2: Madchild)
Great white hope that likes dope
Recite quotes wit broke white folk that like smokes
Is this not what ya came fo? To see Shane's pain
Pour like rain down a drain storm on my knees like I paint floors
Split personality like Batman and Bane's war
Yosemite Sam wit two hand cannons
Standing on the Grand Canyon listenin' to Santana
I'm lookin' down from the ledge
Thinkin' I might of lost my edge
But still got voices in my head
Represent the demented, my freak flag flies
Ends meet: my incentive, but weeks drag by
Swing my sword like Spartacus
My look is nautical, black toque and a cardigan
My parameter: exceed the grasp of mere mortals
Look at life through a kaleidoscope and it appears normal
Still wounded from failure
Doom lisp, my career blooms like azaleas
Pretend I like to be alone
No visitors, ain't no one call me on the phone
Feeling like I need to be cleansed, I need some new friends
Cuz I ain't got a girl, even in this new Benz, opposite of superstar
Still a bit popular on Twitter, that's where the groupies are
(Hook x2)
My poetry's deep, I neva fail
Keep falling, neva fallen to six feet deep