Muph Plutonic Heaps Good Lyrics

[Muphin]

My words disperse as spears that pierce and harpoon
Through ya first rap down to your last tune
This ain't some fast food, it's a gourmet sautee'
I rock it like rebecca demorneau and what the courts say
Ain't always justice and what gets airplay can't always be trusted
You've got some b____ and a d___ but it still doesn't click
What ya f___in with, thick skull, numb nuts funny like dumb s___s
Jumpin into the bang bus, you can thank us for bringin new
Riddin' you of all of the rank stuff, muph got the handcuffs
To put the kink in ya thinkin and the b____ in ya system
The binge in ya drinkin, while you swing with the victims
I live in this tradition and keep kickin, like unborn infants
You can't flow hell no your impotent limited I'm finishin' off
These fantasy mythological frauds I strike chords with honesty
That can't be ignored, mop the floors of ya weak spillage
Screen visuals like village I came to kill ya fillets

Chorus :

We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick boy they just seem crook
Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

Verse 2 :

And I'm a throw these moodswings in orbit
Watch em' collide and the self pity forfeit
The morbid mic motivator cornered in a calculator
Scores low figures forced to support a demonstrator
Of low budget innovator, my raps sat and hatched in the incubator
Where the rest of the chickens remain positioned heaps later
Heaps later, heaps later, hey yo I'm heaps greater, heaps fresh
Heaps nice, heaps sick, heaps dope, heaps tight, heaps obliged
To represent my life, I'm that typecast who creeps through the dark,
heart parked in the mineshaft
These sheep sleep on the smarter art like carharrt tryhards
Give my kind regards to the diehard jocks who would non stop
Mock the fact that I love hip hop, well I caught em applying lip gloss
And sporting spotted frocks, getting smacked like shuttlecocks comin across
The raised nets, the same set only to digress and get dropped
They couldn't get props from their drama teacher there's not a spot
Where karma can't come and reach ya
I do my own thing while you follow the leader
Ya best to believe in the muph

Verse 3 :

This is heaps good you ain't fleetwood you can't mac
My raps make you crash like a car nap while drivin mobile
I fit the profile of the gift to flow, while these senile slow smile
Silly rappers sound better played backwards I'm tired of the manufactured
High wired dramatic actors, that you find attractive, held captive by the multi's
Even if the message is faulty
Colby cheese oozin, please keep movin,
you need improvement and bleed confusion
Leave em stupid I manourvered passed the sparks
you're a hardass, smartass on the net
But I'm not gonna break a sweat at these little kiddies tryin to diss me
Swept straight under the rug this is for those that dug my flows,
kept me on my toes Ya know,
chose more than music, bought it, enjoyed it, absorbed it, got lost, lose it
Disputed my integrity, a sorry apology If I was rude when ya met me
And eventually I'll make it up to you, to the haters I don't usually give a f___
But f___ you!

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