Titanium lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Intro]
Gotta have that, that pop... that pop

[Verse 1: Kami The Inkredible]

Its that suicidal cypher, Recite the rehearsed recital
n*ggas rap like they'll be memorized, I mesmerize the Eiffel
This that hype sh*t, Sicktanic like Satan's on my level
I'll leave you n*ggas in hell with that 3rd Reich rifle
Crossing Hitler on em' run in to your panties
Y'all spit mesh raps, I'm bound to crush a faggot like its Dannies
Danimals, Arsenal flow, Cannibal carcass chomping
On these b*tches legs like a Snickers bar caramel
Dumping liters of gas inside the queens room
And spark the match so we can be together cause
Romance is a tragic doom
MF, Metal b*tch on this metal di*k
And she know my screws are loose so she's catching all these nuts
And, n*gga this is nuts... Acorn, The fag is back
For the rap attack, I'll spit back and give y'all fags a smack
Catch me after class got these b*tches in detention
And I ain't even mention pockets green like pension
No has-been, b*tch you a has-friend
Blast em like a Mack-10 lyrically I'm past them
Ask em while their on the floor next to chloroform
And, Take her to my dorm so this b*tch can see my newest form
n*gga I'm a bast*rd, Let em give me incarceration
So I can see my step father and tell him why I hate him
And Mom don't give a f*ck so f*ck it I'll cross race em
I am no longer a n*gga. I clearly spit Asian
On that black and blue unicorn, All up in your realm
And I'm f*cking with your magic, So fly, You could tell
Ain't high, But got these angels lifted off my demon dust and
He be getting mad cause his mother on my demon nuts
Its skate, rape, and f*ck anybody who goes against the sh*t
Leave em in a pit with Anne Frankly who gives a sh*t

Controversial n*gga get used to it...
f*ck you

[Verse 2]

And I attack like Korea wish they would
n*gga this hard, Spit hard like, Morning wood
Y'all n*ggas oak-less, No rap game they lose focus
I ruin em, n*gga they sh*t so Oprah
Charity flow, n*gga this dope like laced blow
Can't cope with us, b*tch I'm, Hot like broke stove
Cut the bullsh*t, yeah, I take em to the slaughter house
Chop and screw them up
Chop, Chop and screw them up
Y'all n*ggas Luda-Christopher
Flow stupid your losing listeners
My fans would rap with me... That's if i had some
Guess I need a golden chain and fail some grammar tests too
This experimental like I'm spitting through a test tube
And they say f*ck us well f*ck you with no lube
Grab the dish soap... Dawn
I'm on that other sh*t y'all need to turn it up a notch
f*ck their opinion. Inkredible invented hot
This other world sh*t, I flip on em like Anakin
Damaging flows, Y'all scared still like manikins
Face it, Ace Of Spades spit and you could taste it
Trace it back, I'll write y'all a letter on how I raped it
Moving too slow, Speed like Sonic
I'm educating them all, Spit like sonnets
Y'all hear about me in your classroom quit daydreaming
This music be swimming through your body like day semen
Ain't go from a faggot actor to an rapper

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