Avalanche (feat. Madlib)

I'd like to start off by thanking our sponsor

For financing the parts for this Frankenstein monster

Along with my partner who's a bro of few words

We did this research for true nerds and two birds

Piano; do a show, same time, watch it

And guaranteed to give 'em more than just hock spit

MC extraordinaire, technique sort of rare

Caught a glare, sure to scare, next week, more to share

From the most retarded-est artists-es this year and forever

Villain 'nem, your mean big brothers love ya'

Definitely felonies, telling me

Treacherously MC, yelling B, set 'em free

Let me see, that strategy's misleading

G's all in the freezer with the batteries and Z-Rims

He, him stalked the concrete with bunion

And won't hurt corns when it's on like the stun gun

Tsssst Not so shocking

Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxing

Debunk punks with a stock flow

And make it funky fresh with no socks Oaxaca

Madvillain been as high as Kathmandu

And tilted to the side like that fat man's shoe

Look, not to give a mixed signal

The rap game got more toys than Kris Kringle

And he's fake, yer ears is not deceiving

I can't believe my eyeballs no more than Steveland

No wonder, OMFG

Snuck him like an unexpected blow from a lefty

Caught me, almost shot her eye out

Felt good though, even with the cotton dry mouth

Time out, okay, time back in

Never seen a living human being with black skin

What's crackin'? Besides smoking trees and wheezing

With no reason working like a broken tetrahedron

We get paid and get even

Building, still get mad when it's time to get v-vanim (Villain!)

They thought the Don had gone silent

Since deep in his studies he's accepted non-violence

Don't make him have to skip some classes

And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the fastness

Cut the raw with melatonin put a little more in

Strip club full of whores and grown men snoring

Keep the block sewn like Thread and Bobbin Bonus

And make sure the Cs know they never ever owned us

Beat a dead pony and sell the corpse for glue

Get a portion off the proceeds for the shoe

No need to bleed if there’s no big to do

Flew a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo

Blew a wad on a platinum card debit

Come back, broke as hell, ask the God for credit, dead it

The mask is like a hand crafted ghillie suit

Only if the ladies could see him, they’d say he's really cute

Hmm, thanks in advance

Don’t try to be cool now, had ya chance

Avalanche, rappers is Bagger Vance acting

Who need to fix they pants or get smacked by the MAC-10

Or 11, or both

Find Jesus, see the reverend, take the oath

He moves his huge hands in the dark like fate

Waitin' for the date to drop the tape like bait