Big Beat Battalion Geek Mythology Lyrics

Yo, it's the misfit, come and check out this hit
Straight from the mouth of Smooth in case ya missed it
And yes, I know I'm a little pidgeon-toed
These rhymes are called "Smooth J à la Mode"
You're spoiled milk, all chunky and rancid
And I'm about to hit ya with orthoboric acid
And with that said I dismiss all the players
You've got more faults than San Andreas
Got more Rhymes than Leann, me and these drums
And all we ever do is write hip hop anthems
I really appreciate all your eavesdroppin'
Like a man with one leg, I keep this party hoppin'
I swear your song sounds like Mother Goose
And I'm tryin' to bring in some new juice
Half-staffed is where your flag should be flyin'
'Cause, if left alone, hip hop would be dyin'

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The greatest MC's that you've never heard
Been told all our lives that we act like nerds
Call us geeks, no need for apology
Rulin' Middle Earth with that geek mythology

Throwin' down rhymes like they're goin' out of style
And the Grammar Patrol, ya know they've got me on file
I pull your plug 'cause you can't even walk
My sword's at your back, there's the plank, now walk
If you wanna hear it all then just turn up the subs
You can keep your dubs, I'll stick my hubs
I'll make ya smile every time I start rappin'
Vote for Palpatine, what's the worst that can happen?
Double-click on my rhymes like HTML
You're full of Parvo like you lived in a kennel
Sentimental, you know my heart's always in it
Like the White House, you know I'm gonna spin it
Time to reign at the peak of the dynastic cycle
I'm bad and dangerous, a thriller like Michael
With countless rough outings and thoughtless behavior
You've got 2 choices: retirement or waivers

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Up and down and all around and
Inside and outside and all over town and
In and out and all about and
Got so many hooks that I caught myself a trout

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From Lincoln Continental to the Ford Taurus
People dig the intro, the first verse, the chorus
No bad words, just adverbs and p___ouns
Dosey-doe to this hip hop hoedown
Drivin' my Yaris, the car is flint mica
Then off to Smooth's, then I'm gonna grab a bite-a
The Cafe Caubo desperado, 'cause I know
Steer clear of the Playboy Grotto
I stripped the beat down to the bare essentials
Broke out my notebook, sharpened all my pencils
Back and forth like a game of ping pong
Smooth J and Grammar G, another hip hop song
I'mma grill it like a cheese sammy
I never pulled a Hemi but I'm worthy of a Grammy
So go ahead and ban me but your case is weak
I stand before you the number 1 geek

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