Mothalova (I’m Stoopid) lyrics

[Intro: zeroh]
One love, one heart
Let's get together and feel alright
As it was in the beginning when...
So shall it be in the end
One heart, give thanks
And praise to the lord, and
I will feel alright, h​ate no more
I will not hate for you
I will not pop no break for you

[Verse 1: zeroh]
Love is a place you mother f*ckers never been
The reality of killing other brothers just to win ('er)
The b*tch-ass n*gga got you feeling like a friend, yeah
They harbor cold feelings they ain't even gon' pretend
This armadillo scale peeled back my epidermic skin
Its thicker than ten cynics six minutes into my stick of incense
And I'm already knowing this bomb that I'm blowing
Ripping time and space into bass materials
Recreate in planes ethereal
Weary ears see the fears steering mere mortal forms to their fate
From the funk to the bass in the trunk, yeah
I'm awake, making cake for this month's rent
Sitting with this text unsent, like, be mindful of your choice boy
Voice deploy coy joy adamantium alloy
So atta* king, crows caw!
Animal rap laps around cats in surround sound
They be weepin he too deep
Used to be a hero in my sleep, now Zeroh speaks easy
David & Goliath underdog bark back the attack of leviathans
They crying.. black gleam - an onix sky gem
I get high while I supply them
Anti-hype archetype, light with tracks beaming through their IMs
Skype I might be one to confide in
Steadily rising tides, lunar gravity collapse the vice (sin)
Devise your demise concise mic work.. a wise win
Yo, all these mice-men, it would seem as if
Love is a place you mother f*ckers never been
Living the reality (love) of killing other brothers just to win (ugh)
The b*tch-ass n*gga got you feeling like a friend
But love make the world go 'round, can't pretend
[Verse 2: zeroh]
Flip it catch it record rip it wreck it
Sticker stick it flick it Bic
It lives for dividends I'm livid living limping
Used to be a hero in my sleep now this is real life
A movie in which I exist, now this is real life
A movie in which I persist to loc' upon
The hope with golden focus in abyss
Lurking in worse wind I'm conversing with the merchants
Riff raff mishaps I'm happy though
Don't need nobody telling me the time
Or an opinion of how to define my design: angels, robots, bengals
Random, like that drunk frat boy you can't stand him
But he handsome he a god damn phantom
A freak a Beat creature decently exposed in prose
Live from the crow's nest no less than supreme dreaming
No more than thieves scheming mean and cheesing
Kel & Keenan sad or glad, fashion fad to flat pockets, rags
b*tch woman I'm rich in purpose, living or die
To live in sin again lost and found in silent sound
And still bouncing in my peasant crown, clowning but
Oh, so seriously sky-bound grounded
Round, with square tendencies and all those... other things...
That seem to... contradict themselves... um, the end