Juggaknots – Epiphany lyrics

[Scratching]

Behold the fungus among us
When dabbling with babbling
I sends the battle scene to the apocalypse
With this you grab my cock ya lips
Be getting sorta puckery
Getting the Brewin gassed to save that ass come stop the fuckery
My style'll leave ya posing like a hitch hiker
Make me wanna bitch microphone slap that shady ass, you bullshit nigga
Your fronting said you didn't think too hot of me
But once you feel the vocal side of me you'll say, "You got it, G"
I finds the virgin ears I'm busting raw pops
Ya saving the drops, trying to analyze my dna, the verbal blueprint
Even if you spend eternity you're baffled, nigga
Having not the slightest clue of how I'm swingin
Bringing styles and flow that's nastier than urine
See my shit is pure and ghetto embellished demonic funk and all that good shit
A bad nigga when it comes to grabbing mics
I love all women of the spectrum, fuck around I'm stabbing dykes
And as I hurt em I convert em, when it comes to honey dip skits
I'm leaving pussies sore as if you just delivered triplets, I flip shit
When niggas say the Brewin doesn't rhyme slick
I yokes em in the Heimlich just to get the fucking garbage out ya throat
Mentally hardcore
There be no guard for defending against the shit I'm sending
Once you're comprehending the ill funk aphrodisiac
Giving the hoodies woodies as I'm fucking up the head like brass knuckles giving noogies

[Scratching, Horns]

I be's the hell fire word reaver
Even Ripley can't believe
I pull a stunt as if my name was Colt Seaver
Aka The Fall Guy
I never score, why?
I'm hitting like Mattingly
Get your fucking Webster's dictionary
Look under "fat" and you'll see my profile so smile
You're grinning like the Joker
Cause I chose to smoke a mic and let you witness
Get this through your thick skull: my shit is deadly
I kicks my verse, niggas couldn't offer competition with a medley of their works
I smirks when booty niggas try and grab this
Survival of the fittest call me fucking Tony Atlas, at the podium
I pours my sodium in open flesh wounds as I mesh tunes with the vocal joint
To become the focal point
Brothas of funk soon discover I be +deeper+ than that nigga Larry Fishburne's +cover+
Hover on the L, sorta like a stealth in the night
Then I makes the party jump even when it's full of white men

[Scratching, Horns]

Check it out
I represent enlightenment
That have you squinting
Hinting to rewards of the lord's charity received with clarity
I heave skillaful syllable is the brick I stick in music mortar
Making ya think and raisin my floor to architect

I comes to spark a tech
Mind barrages massages caressed in peace
The vocal acupuncture your stress released
Like a hymen crack in my rhyming slacking never that
Styles mysterious like under ll's hat

The curious become the furious and play the jury
Thus I'm found guilty labeling my sound filthy with the gutter in my utter
A fat bitch goes, "Me me me"
I cut her in pieces kill her sisters daughters and nieces
Anything related to such a thought
I crush I fought hard representing wicked Juggaknot minds
I breaks it down to your English
I makes you say, "I'm gooder"
Verbs deeper than a hooker strictly boning seven footers

[Scratching, Horns Til Fade]