Oddly Sour - The Doppelgangaz

No substance known, could phase these vet’s minds

Get booed off the stage

And tell the crowd, «maybe next time»

Insanely fresh rhyme

With a Lord Finesse attitude

But still used to half ass applause

With less gratitude

The average views?

The track was oddly sour

Or the best thing since Gold Bond medicated body powder

A shroud of what a sorry coward fears

Hear it any louder

You might catch a bad case of cauliflower ear

It’s like no power steer fluid

A turn for the worst

Rappers getting hexed

Like discovering an urn with a curse

And replaced with tears from their saddened lover

With bad luck, like you gracing this year’s Madden cover

A habit of a- being astute course

Factoid grab the mic and bust off with brute force

To my cohorts, leave the Bronx heading due north

And cross the Tappan Zee

And you might run into two fourths-

Of the Gang

Yo, the other two grown mans

Nomad, mic scavengers with no homeland

The duo known to crash venues of fake crews

And just steal the show

Like we were Elwood and Jake Blues

(Make moves)

Might be the only rapper crying after sex

Cause I be lying if I stressed

That I be grinding past a sec

Maybe a second and a half

My weapon jetting fast

Wetting crevice in your ass

Tears are stupid

Jeers took in to do this

Fears booking the new shit

«Here's looking at you, kid»

Years put in to boost it

A melancholy two manner

Wool slanter

Seven onlay tooth planter

Loose banter

Kevin Ollie to Bruce Banner

Uncouth manners

Getting jolly with goose dander

Caboose rammer

In pesticide metropolis

Philosophic, iller prophet with the homonyms

My team of specializing operatives

Fine dine pasta dish

Non-cooperative, killing hostages

Pouring wine down my esophagus

Trying to hitch down my spine

You imposter, bitch!