Quicksilver lyrics

[Verse]
Quick to check, like new Nike's
The miraculous rapper divined
Making strange music, for weirdo's
In calico clothes, with red paint on my nose
Holding a Tech N9NE, you with a mic
Is like a dyke, going on strike, that dildos aren't right
But what's wrong with that sh*t, umm
Double cross me, ya ankles gonna look like wasp stung thee
Kick it when I flip, and you flop, like heel tops
It takes a grown foe, to beef with a n*gga
Who respects the old, end a n*gga life with a group phone call
With KRS One, MF DOOM, the ghost of Big L
And Big Pun, I kick rocks
Like Alabama soccer
Hold on, I need to mock ya
Like Thor at a door, Loki, he got like three keys under his nose
This magic show, is centerfold, out of it's criss angle, woah


[Interlude]
Yo, yo let me get this, uh, uh
Sentimental kid, up in a Sacramento kennel
Again, I f*ck it up again, looking really mental
Bigger to the catch, like I lived in rentals
I pick up a sound of sh*t, like my ears antennal
Read a little riddle, belittle Chicken Little
When the fliest n*gga, coming to prove
The sky is falling at appearance, on this instrumental, ooh
Quick 16, quick 7, f*ck all ya'll n*ggas! ha