The Exception

i got a bag of dramas i'm leaving for these strippers
slap with elastic, fantastic as reed richards
beatin up the beat so bad it needs stitches
make you stomp ya feet so hard your knee twitches

i'm back for revenge, yes i've mastered the pen
half mast for the men who were smashed by my tims
at last it begins, tongue lashing ya kin
asthmatic from cigs while i'm splashing the gin

my caskets the pen
hash ash in the den
i'ma bastard who passed up my sins all for lent
rhyme fast as the wind hand pastors a fifth while they offer me offering plates just as a tip

my pen is as disrespecting as finishing moves in tekken 
i murder the crew you reppin
you step with no mental weapons
abusing you just for wreck, i'm lathering and i'm lexxing
you dufus's can't compute the maneuvers that i'm connecting

its burch the broad chasing
oz fraud defacing
terror squad raised him to spar the gods masons
flow on hard bass with bars that char faces
neighbors out hollering "what in tarnation"

fly higher on fire in the bible i'm alijah
love the darkest chocolate girl gimme that godiva
the pace of my alliteration might just surprise
lady wanna have my babies but i denied her

connivers i've sired carry crosses, mariah
despite my demise i've supplied my disciples
a virus that burns all your words and saliva 
now fry on the pyre and deny your messiah

(bullshit)

back to college once again third times a charmer
black knowledge dunce who been blurting rhymes of armor
I'm not marshall matthers
no riff rapper cracker who dick smacks on actors

my carpals will spark ya till ya mandibles backwards
i'm a marble gone spartan who's spit facts attrack ya
i'm an edgemicated veteran who's eas increased the cess
accelerated medicine
don't make me produce decapitated heads again
hours i trained to exterminate the beduins

my show is not lit fam
i'm a hitman who'll leave ya body lying in quicksand
next to rous's, tomorrow you dresses guna learn some new lessons

like can't judge a crook by his shirt cover
when you guna learn you can't fuck with the burch brother
2x

i'm on that beef rap, red and gold, supervillian butter flow
summon hordes of whores when i utter from my stubbled pro-
-file the bars every night, escaping from the coo-coos nest
the vile child of romanof sired up in budapest

who the best? is the question that i am the answer to
killin mics like aids, parkinsons and the cancers do
planned a few, come ups that ended up firing back
but i macguyvered all the cyphers and came up with this fire track

its been two years since i started mc'in 
the kind of music that leads to dmz peace treaties
speak freely with the disciples i have eleven of
truly we all shoe ins for the 27 club

so that means my career is at its intermission
rhett butler and miss ohara they just finished kissing
spitting the kind of weird that don't land grammys and
quite frankly my dear i just don't give a damn

Watley Crew

No hooks. practice practice practice. #getyabarsup

The Great Gazoo

had to spit something on this sumptuous beat

Brother Burch

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