Rhymes for the Deaf, Dumb and Blind Vocal
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Ah, what are you talking about, make some noise?
Nah, it was dope though
What? No, not me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Go ahead, man
I got rhymes for the deaf, dumb, and blind
And a 20/20 eyesight, big mouth yappin'
Crystal clear ear competition's mere child's play
When I'm formin' a Kindy-garden
Sendin' y'all to the drawin' board
I floor niggas with the skills I'm sick and bored of
All the triggers and the skill that you're cappin'
Why don't you give all that weak shit a rest and start rappin'
I'm puffin' a buddha, blessed, yes I'm packin'
Bows and spittin' the rhymes on test, a brah
Be like Dwayne from What's Happening, talkin' about uh-uh
You can't defeat me, delete me, beat me
Greet me with a grin or get your chin, jaw
And your neck broke, and then I'll rip off your arm
And throw it in a stew
Boy, I'll make mince meat of you simps
Beat a few wimps, eat a few shrimps
Need a new temporary mind-boggler, follow me
G, niggaro, bigger flows, hover over small ones
Other flows'll fall, come and get some
Runnin' shit one rhyme after the next
Master the flexology, follow me, take all of me
Fuck a beast, buck a beast, sucker please
Don't you know my uzi weighs a freakin' ton like Chuck D? Psych
Thought I would contradict myself, didn't ya? I'm kiddin' ya
I'm hittin' your ass with bass all
In your face, so taste the bid in ya
Bowls of soul, get on a train but I'm not Don Cornelius
Really it's not no gimmicky shit like chicken popcorn
Now new and meatier, shootin' like a meteor
Beats fettin' beatier, feed me your brain child
The strange style contains foul language
So tell your kids to go to sleep so the beat can enhance you, ock
If you're a rapper, grab your mic, bro, cancel the Glock, yo
Ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower
Hey, bonehead nigga, put your rhyme in the tow-away zone
Red's all I see, like if my name was El Toro
On the land, smokin' a reefer, underwater smokin' a coral reef
I squash beef like a meat grinder
I'm the kind of chief rocker to seek and destroy boys, oy
I'm all of that and a plate of chitlins
So won't you sit and listen to the way
I flip the script like a pizza maker flips a pizza
Breakin' shit to leech, I'm makin' hits, complete awaken kids
I eat ya like a batch of bacon bits
Takin' it to the next step, let's get ill
Haha, nice shit
Yeah, yeah, that's your game for soul
So, Shy's in the house, I like to introduce myself
My name is Redfool, hey
And I stay on this mic for days
And you can't even turn no more pages
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Abba-dabba-dabba-dabba-dabba, yeah