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Coming through with my light up shoes
Don't trip cause I'll light up the room
When they see 'em people get in the mood
You can feel it now you know I'm the truth
Every color I can see flashing on my kicks
Cycle through the light spectrum it's a color mix
Silly rabbit more colors than a bowl of Trix
We turning up in ways that ain't for the kids
Red orange yellow green blue indigo and violet
I'm rapping colors with a little flow and rhyme it
We getting seizures up in here epileptic
Dirty like the bottom of my kicks getting septic
Strobe lighting every color of the rainbow
So bright now the sun never hang low
Technicolor I be fly call me Jango
Yo I gotta take 'em off in heavy rain though
Straight kicking with my light up shoes
(When I turn them on they look)
Straight kicking with my light up shoes
(People see them they get shook)
Rolling up I hear the thumping of the club now
Hoping I'mma get it pumping with the bub now
Scoping out the people jumping to the sub now
Everybody ready for the sippy cup now
Stick my lip on the tip of my little sippy cup
I'll grip a 5th of some liquor so I can fill it up
Get a lick of my drippy until you get enough
Then take your pick of the liquor 2 bottle minimum
Shot glass you be taking special ed class
With a sippy we can suck suck suck it up
No spill knock it but you can still chill
Cause your sippy gonna plug plug plug it up
All the fellas and the ladies getting paired up
Everybody at the party getting teared up
With a sippy we will never mess our hair up
No fuss baby you can thank my holy grail cup
With a sippy I can make them move
(Hold your plastic in the air)
With a sippy I can make them move
(If you squeeze it you can share)
Got my sippy now everybody be with me cause
The party be jumping with party people turning silly
Disco lights coming from the feet of many Let your
Fists go high Pump and shake em willy nilly
Kicks on gripping turn the switch on killing got a
Hit song listen with the kids gone sitting
Thanos outchea spilling liquor like a villain
Shoulda gone for the head half left sipping
I'mma bust a move
Feet light like my shoes
People want my out sole
They're chasing rainbows
Slip 'em on and tie them up
You can see me riding up
Flexing my underglow
I'm on a kaleidescope
Come and sip these rhymes
One drop at a time
Nice and easy
You're never queasy
Got a sippy in one hand
Never any broken glass
I'm a Beastie Boy man
This monkey is made of brass
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Pour it in the glass maybe in some malt liquor
One shot burn my throat it's a hard hitter
Bottom of my glass who will be my shot filler
Grill another piece of meat got a charred dinner
Lettuce wraps on fire with the 쌈장
Better pass me the tray with the 간장
Light sass when you're with me never 잔잔
High class 한국어 call me 반장
I know tomorrow's gonna be a bad day with a
Hang over I'll be feeling crappy
When you sipping on this stuff it ain't malaise
You know what's gonna come after the party
Twist cap flick it pass then we drink that
Stick nap fill my glass didn't think that
Clink tap with a Cass better bring that
Green bottle mother fucker yo let me sing that
Hit me with them green bottles, with them green bottles (x4)
Hit me hit me hit me hit me with another shot
Stumble out of the bar with a bottle in hand
I paid 4 dollars now I barely can stand
Blacked out dudes living off of the land
Napping on the train that was part of the plan
Follow me I know a great place for 이차
A place where all the people smile when they greet ya
Order up another platter nice to meet ya
Pass me the tongs and the scissors I'mma teach ya
Roll the glass down my jaw line Tip my
Head back swallow then I give a long sigh
I need a spicy green pepper not the wrong kind
Another green bottle's what I'd do for a Klondike
Yo 형 how many has it been?
Count 'em all up it's about ten
Eleven coming up I'll never contend
Then my 형 is like hey I'm phoning a friend
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Peach
02:32
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I'm a man ain't got a bit of muscle but I got rhymes with a little bit of hustle
No swag never gonna win a tussle My whack style never gonna make a rustle
Skinny boy growing up in Hawaii, moved to Alabama then I cried
Every day got bullied oh my, gonna get 'em back fight 'em with a smile that's right
Y'all looking at me like I'm a nerd, tap another red mountain that's Magic
On you that's a waste it'll burn, Bring you to 0 with Shock that's tragic
You can take your itty bitty ego Stick it in your pee hole oooh that's rachet
Penny for your thoughts? Ready for the rocks? You're doctor Claw I'm go go Gadget!
Still rep Hawaii but I'm based in Korea
International I like to stay in low gear
Kickin it with homies in Asia we all here
Picking up the languages we got no fear
I don't rap about money cause I got none
I don't brag about women cause I got one
Asked my dad if I can shoot his BB shotgun
The last thang I got to say is drugs're not fun
Soft exterior
Hard interior
I'm a broken man in this Asian land
I got the skin of a fruit
And the pit is my truth
You can call me peach
But I found my niche
When I talk it's a verbal blitz, When I rap my lips go on the spritz
In my time I got some hits, Go play Pump It Up you'll see the Skizz
When I think back at my time in school I never thought I'd grow to be this cool
Had a lot of friends nobody had my back Then I threw my legs on my head look at that
I had a bunch of nicknames like small balls
Others called me face dandruff now it's all gone
I was punched I was kicked I was even licked
Bullied by people then a dog made me her bitch
Not a class clown cause I ran the whole campus
I won't sit my ass down I will never vanish
Even after graduation you could hear my name
You could see me on the screen dead center frame
I was known for my movies and my bad hair
I joined every clique knew of every fad there
No sports no I didn't ever have a care
Look at me now I got rap flair
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I be spending every day in the world
Alone by myself in my bed all curled
Up like a baby you know I was furled
I'm sucking thumbs like a titty on a girl
Big titties they big silly like them diggies
On the hand with the thumb of little Jack Horner
Smuggle all the plums good boy better warn her
I could skeet and paint myself into a corner
But it's too bad I ain't got a chance
I'm never gonna get into another girl's pants
Never when I'm single, I'm never getting married
I'm gonna be forever alone hands hairy
The night of my first time we was getting skinny
I stuck my pole in the mountain asked can you feel me
Then we changed it up we was looking silly
My foot hit her in the jaw now I know she feel me
I need someone to hug me
Someone to love and touch me
Someone that I can call my own
I need someone to hug me
Someone to love and touch me
Cause I don't wanna be alone (x2)
Backpacking through the European countries
Checking out all the European honeys
I was taken to a hostel by a sweet girl
A Belgian I was ready to go for a whirl
Yo we entered her room her bed's all ready
Sheets cleaned pillow fluffed now I'm breathing heavy
Gazed at each other eyes locked then she said
We ain't gonna kiss or get hot go to bed
I'm a good guy so I let her go to sleep
Next thing I know the bed is going creak creak
I looked over but I felt my bone waning off
This girl was in the bed alone janing off
I know you're thinking that's the perfect invite
When I tried to help she stopped and said good night
We woke up the next morning like nothing happened
That night I took my hand out for a fapping
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Still Can't Sing
04:11
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They be pulling my leg like a trombone
Sing my heart out it'll run home
Pitch my message out to the unknown
Everybody ho hum when I hum ho
When you hear me sing call me gung ho
With a little bit of practice I'll become pro
Like Tarzan shouting in the jungle
But I can't brag gotta stay humble
Fool myself into singing lemme
Fuel myself intermission energy never run low
Duets make me nervous I'mma
Do it with a purpose I'mma sound really dumb though
When I sing I can shatter glass so I'll
Take my voice to the range and the gun show
See me on TV no talent phone ballot
You can bet that the viewers gonna come vote
Sing sharp cut strings on a harp
Lost my chance I only had one go
Vibrato's my motto there's no vocal lotto
Even John Daker calling me a dumb joke
Mic speaking to me like I'm a little boy
With a new toy GI Joe play me
So I pick it up adjust the stand
Action hands and I start singing do re mi
Sound waves bulldoze the air til the
Birds fly even crows hate me
Pitch flatter than an A cup
I got implants and everybody won't date me
I got rejected from a community college
Tried a bribe but they won't take me
I put singing as a hobby on Tinder
People ask me to sing I say don't make me
Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me man I still
Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me please
Ripping up my vocal cords like a shirt
You can call me Superman
I won a singing contest on confidence
Now people say I duped a man
They say my voice is a weapon
Every time I sing I wound a man
I was sent to do the devil's work
I opened my mouth and doomed a man
Travel back in time to kill myself
When I couldn't spit call me a Looper
So bad I make myths come true I
Belted the brown note became the pooper
Nobody can beat me I send you to
Hyperspace like an unbound Hoopa
Jump on me all you want I'll come back
Stronger I'm Koopa Troopa
I'm the American Idol a thousand strong
But I'm no threat call me Goomba
I'll shred my vocal cords like a guitar
Then clean 'em up like a Roomba
I can't dance either but I'll
Dance on your grave I'll be your Zumba
Doompety doo I got a puzzle for you
Sing along with the Oompa Loompa
But singing's like chocolate to me
I eat it up like the son of the Gloops
People hear my voice and strangle me like
I looked at them and said The Moops
Sometimes I bust a Cap'N Crunch
All Chuck Berrys like oops
My voice sounds like all the
Vowels were left in a bowl of Alphabet Soup
Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me man I still
Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me please
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Skizzo
When I manspread I command head
Legs so wide make a man dead
Butter on the pan gotta pants spread
Peanut butter jelly time wheat bran bread
Knees far I'm the Grand Manyon
Close for the night it's mad saddening
Spreading on trucks like Van Damme
People wanna come see they be panhandling
Oxygen gotta get some air for my
Crotch again wanna dry the hair my
Rocks are in it's a dark lair my
Cock's a 10 y'all ain't prepared
Walk around like Groucho Marx I'll
Half squat I do it for the art
Open my doors my legs are apart now
Tell me what you want I got spread a la cart
Dow6
Some let 'em breathe I let 'em hang
I space 'em out I never wait
I'm colder than a mother fuckin' snow cap Extend this lap
Let the hands rest
Scrolling on a window see ya peeking freak
Mad cuz you huddled in the corner
And bothered by my view
Honestly unfazed blank stares
I'm rich bitch wish you was fly
The guy I be way beyond the stars swing low
Finest cotton for these family jewels
Silk on Wednesday still Fruit of the Loom
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In my bed I lie dreaming
I can hardly believe, that
It's Monday It's Monday
There's no way It's crazy
The beginning of the work week is here
The weekend's over I'll shed a tear
I'mma put on my suit and tie
Gotta grab my food and ride
Boss of the carpool I drive
My loans are due that's why
Crack of dawn I got a fire in my rear I be straight
Jumping out the bed like the Rocketeer
Head into the bathroom and look into the mirror
I'm the fairest of them all someone call me top tier
Finish up and I head into the kitchen put
Jam on my toast let me give the knife a lickin'
Sweet like a Friday I'mma eat it my way
Take the first bite as I pull out my driveway
Vroom vroom! Speed up and go
Down with the windows
Left early for the empty roads
I don't know the meaning of slow
Red lights never slowed me up (nah)
I'm hitting green like president Trump (yeah)
I'm on the highway maxing out my throttle
Working on my drive like I'm at the Maralago
Pile into the building it's Monday
Clock in walking like I'm on a runway
Scan my card so I'm not left unpaid
Last bite of my toast cause I'm hungry
Sit down check it out I got an email
Treat every word like the body of a female
It's our top client let him know I mean well
Land a deal that will make a mil in retail
Desk warming to roasting but
I'm up for a promotion
More cheddar for the coasting I'm a
Great white in the company ocean
Looking forward to the next four days
My skin'll never get more rays
Cause I work in a cubicle maze
Nothing but walls but at least it pays
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Skizzo Seoul, South Korea
Skizzo is a performer based in South Korea. He utilizes his sense of humor to create what some describe as "satirical hip-hop," a unique blend of heavy beats and light lyrics that give the listener an experience found nowhere else.
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