Yeah
Scallops Hotel
Scallops Hotel is the building
Sovereign nose on my arrogant—
('Cause he can see)
('Cause he can see right through you)
Hmm
This lonesome crowd lends well to epistrophe
I don't get drunk off Listerine
Question the method, I tell em, "Accept the mystery"
Sternly, bucking expectations as limiting
I roll the jazz cabbage
While her ass fattens
By the fireside
There's no roundabouts, I play the Yes album for a roundabout
The thousandth time
Friendly reminder: there's ample sky, so I take to it
Mogs cop the break fluid
I put that twenty on five and kept it rolling, my nig
They so corny and jive, I kept it rolling, my nig
It's a lot of dead motherfuckas who was also vigilant
Buzz Killington, wear a beat on a sling like a Remington rifle
MC sought disciples or masters
Really I'm just glad I got the rights to my masters
And y'all called it "art-rap," shit
And ya'll called it "art—"
And ya'll called it "art-rap"
Dark Twain wrote it falling out the sky on a barf bag
Commit a caper as a eulogy
A hater could be most useful to me
A hater could be most useful to me
A hater could be most useful to me
Scallops Hotel
("Maybe madness...")
("Winding in my chair")
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