Andrew Huang
The Catacombs
Forget sounds I'm releasing the hounds *woof*
It's the quicker way to get you to bounce
So make like a ball ballers bawl
I'm all surprise attacks like squalls
Rhymes that I scrawl like it matters the most
Get flattered and boast?
No time if I'm the most baddest and dope
Emcee teeth chatter and throat dry
Shattered your hope
Couldn't climb charts with some ladder and rope
No luck finding the jams that sizzle
I find them so stuck in the grease lining the pans a little
Those ruts be damned kids need to grow up
Go nuts for club crawls and all else is so what
When I show up my flow pulls like a tow truck
Leave them bedazzled and hit them like they don't know what
'Til in the Advil they might dabble a lil'
It's word power like I've got towers of babble to fill
Not with my battling skills but if it's scrabble, I kill
Put that on the bill
My triple letter score's a little better for the third set
The words get stronger as I link and riddle metaphors
Set a course for constellations
'cause dirty air just doesn't do it for me anymore
I'm impatient low motivation
Soul abrasion with no explanation
So I spat a poem from the fattest tome
That's never had a home
'Cause I've been working on it that alone
My data roams the catacombs
Avoiding all the phonies and the imitations bringing baloney in
I leave them hanging like gardens of Babylonian persuasions
Know your limitations
Erroneously makeshift sonority splash rocks
Competing for the boniest cash box
I'm that hot ha