This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
For the hell of it
You spit irrelevant
Delicate flows
Speak child
Intelligent, Mellow shit kills fellowships bellowing freestyles
Smile. Punch lines can crush the spines of the skeptics
Perfection stepped in
Three guesses who the best is
Check it, Check it
Hello, Hello
Yo Yo
I am, I ams dumb, dumb
Can, Can Qwel, Qwel rock, rock?
Well, Well um, um
Fear, fears kids, kids
Can, cans paint paint not now
Look out below, its that flow that you were shoutin' 'bout so loud
Crush flows are mudslides
I'm Ha ha that ra(?) with punchlines
Funny like when the thug sun dies at moonrise
I'm sunshine
Echos at graveyards are speakin' of us(Echoed)
Seekin to touch those rainbow demons breathin' beneath graffiti buffs
Feed the needy
Fucking bleeding down the side of silver snakes
Holler in a hollow-safeguard(?)
Dollars in graveyards fill your graves
Listen through submission and sadistic cultures
And demon's guns surround our suns like Copernicus-tic vultures
Soldier's clothing
Golden swoling(?)
Souls in carcass herses
Curse your first-person
And search for serpents in our verses
Your crew bleeds too profusely
Who gave groupies loose-leaf
Standing over the remains of a slain fifth-grade class mate
Who's got cooties
Excuse me, emcees
Pretending not to envy me
But readily sending he____ of frenzied centipedes
Motherfuckers lack intensity
And can't rhyme either
I see words, split 'em in twice with reverbs
Become a believer
You blow like you're poprocks with 3 liters
The shit's on.(?)
Snap your fat lackin' tracks in half
Mine are big-boned
These styles be free
Qwel sees above weak emcees
Decibel levels
An infinitesimal
Testicle Jokes
Investin'in broke for lines
Not as dope as mine
Needs work
rehearse your speech slurs
I won like three thirds
Censor the census
On my five senses
And unisex the mutants
'Till the glitches in my wrist digits salute the richest humans
The worst heard herbal verbalist
My thirst for herbs further disturbs this itch
Servin' kids, track
Tourniquets,
Smashin' furnishings after class
With the get in your ass pass, rappin backwards
Askin' for herbs and the last laugh, laugh
You spit irrelevant
Delicate flows
Speak child
Intelligent, Mellow shit kills fellowships bellowing freestyles
Smile. Punch lines can crush the spines of the skeptics
Perfection stepped in
Three guesses who the best is
Check it, Check it
Hello, Hello
Yo Yo
I am, I ams dumb, dumb
Can, Can Qwel, Qwel rock, rock?
Well, Well um, um
Fear, fears kids, kids
Can, cans paint paint not now
Look out below, its that flow that you were shoutin' 'bout so loud
Crush flows are mudslides
I'm Ha ha that ra(?) with punchlines
Funny like when the thug sun dies at moonrise
I'm sunshine
Echos at graveyards are speakin' of us(Echoed)
Seekin to touch those rainbow demons breathin' beneath graffiti buffs
Feed the needy
Fucking bleeding down the side of silver snakes
Holler in a hollow-safeguard(?)
Dollars in graveyards fill your graves
Listen through submission and sadistic cultures
And demon's guns surround our suns like Copernicus-tic vultures
Soldier's clothing
Golden swoling(?)
Souls in carcass herses
Curse your first-person
And search for serpents in our verses
Your crew bleeds too profusely
Who gave groupies loose-leaf
Standing over the remains of a slain fifth-grade class mate
Who's got cooties
Excuse me, emcees
Pretending not to envy me
But readily sending he____ of frenzied centipedes
Motherfuckers lack intensity
And can't rhyme either
I see words, split 'em in twice with reverbs
Become a believer
You blow like you're poprocks with 3 liters
The shit's on.(?)
Snap your fat lackin' tracks in half
Mine are big-boned
These styles be free
Qwel sees above weak emcees
Decibel levels
An infinitesimal
Testicle Jokes
Investin'in broke for lines
Not as dope as mine
Needs work
rehearse your speech slurs
I won like three thirds
Censor the census
On my five senses
And unisex the mutants
'Till the glitches in my wrist digits salute the richest humans
The worst heard herbal verbalist
My thirst for herbs further disturbs this itch
Servin' kids, track
Tourniquets,
Smashin' furnishings after class
With the get in your ass pass, rappin backwards
Askin' for herbs and the last laugh, laugh
Lyrics submitted by bythehours, edited by PCPMD
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wow whoever i got this off of butchered it.. i gotta fix that
Dude I know tihs is over like a year old, but whats with the song "anyday now" is this the band that sings it? If so I can not find the lyrics anywere.