Denmark Vesey Presents "So You Think You Got Lyrics"

Ill Math said...
DV

Illmath is Menelik Solomon Apollo and Ottamans
the Zulu and the Sihks with not bit of charlaton. I
m the King the Court and the Peasantry
Im an atom AS SOON AS U LOOK YOU CANT MEASURE me.
Homie Im the Essence of Essence,
The Truth of the matter.
Matter of fact I matter more than matter.
I embody the "it" factor.
My spit like firewater.
Yo spit like graham crackers.
ME white tees
YOU tight shirts. Searsucker shorts pointy shoes and a "man purse"
That made your lips purse
but it could get worse.
So u better Make Like mercury
When Im close.. Disperse.
Im like a itch first
then can turn to Hurt
even worse
I can put suckas underground like an earthworm
I can come from the shoulders like a bitch's purse
but I'd rather come from the dome like pittsburg.

UBM shoulda been in Shalomar
or the middle brother who decided to quit Debarge
cuz he wanted the lyrics deeper and play the acoustic guitar.
He said fuck the glitter pants he was gonna be large
He unslicked his baby hair headed for new york
He did well as a writer
but ubm is a dreamer
cuz he like el and chico at heart were truly singers.

Cnu and Sub went to the club
the both dance like Byrdeye
but think they can "cut a rug"
made a plan that tonight they would pose as thugs
so this time they can get hugs froms the guh's (girls).
They promised not to discuss the accuracy of atomic clocks
how if you go fast enough theorectically make time stop
instead
they would talk about the running man and kid and play
In their head they knew if they did "the wop" and get some play.

CNu said ...
illy mathematical
sounding more dramatical
than a homothug hustler
on a provincetown sabbatical

pipecock own you son?
baking ditchweed by the ton
talking bout kid'n'play?
dayyum that shit was gay.

Put the pipe down yo.
mind movin so slow.
remind me of a mahndisa
and thordaddy show..,

better ack like you know
temptin CNu to flow
like prof. skip gates
vs. Sgt Jim Crow..,
you know how I do
CNu straight tactical
game, set, and match
zero sum, hella practical

cumtess me bwoi?
y'mama soon be cryin
giving you wack rhymes
she know who you tryin?

run along now son
you done had y'fun
lit up by CNu
there can be only one...,

Thordaddy said...
Oh oh, it's gettin' naaasty in here,
With C Nulance and his stank ass up n here...
All these blacks suckas
stuck up in thur bubbles,
Phantom fightin' white boys by the single and doubles.
And yeah they winnin',
Or so they think...
But if you look real closely at the digital ink,
You'll see that Nulance spews all kind of stink...
Cuz at the end of day,
When knuckles start flyin'
And homeys start dyin'
Will Nulance take credit for all his pathological lyin'?