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Written and Produced by The Pilot Kids - Beamin' N Schemin'

from Cardboard Hearts by The Pilot Kids

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Verse 1:
So hot that I light that damn blunt when I'm flowing anywhere in the vicinity.
Matches ain't needed, I'd rather play drago and breathe on my chemical amenities.
Sexual as hell and fully developing, tellin you fella she was eligible at 17!
Just kiddin I gotta gauge words written on the page based on the rhymes I'm deliverin and most ring true.
They all don't, though.
I heard a lot of rappers and they're all so-so, so I stay changing like Waldo's location, in case ya'll don't know.
And I got that shit that puts these ladies in a trance.
Yeah, I got that shit that makes these MCs shit their pants.
How am I to choose what I wanna do when I got a slew of options?
And I gotta prove to the people who view Youtube concoctions who is awesome?
I don't even do this often.
Man, I'm at a school for film.
NYU for real-- somebody pay my student bills!!!
I gotta do what I've been doing all my life and to be honest ever since I'm 12, been a rap fiend.
Weird as head like Hey Arnold, ya'll haters are all just Helga Patakis.
Telling me I'm silly when rally you got a shrine of me silently hiding up inside your bedroom wall.
Gum statue and all, man let's move on.

Verse 2:
I'm the opposite of a one track mind state.
I got enough thoughts running amuck to fill up a cross country team and run a 5K.
And I ain't talking money, man, I'm in a bind lately-- so I am climbing up in the vines tryna find ways into your home...
I take a hit to the dome of some high grade weed then I steal your business clothes and go off sprinting like, hmmm....
I think I just went on a tie raid!
Sitting on the driveway, sideways, tryna hide my face from all inhabitants, then I crawl out of it, fall back and I laugh like "Dammit I guess the cannabis has traveled into my brain!"
More apparent and raw talent than 4 American Idol contestants if ever they were combined, say!
Maybe that's why they migrate my way.
You don't make sense like math with a primate.
I could make you drive a stake through your heart.
I decide fates.
I could fucking make you a star.
Why would I time waste?
I ain't gonna wait til I'm in charge to instill blind faith, I'll lace it in my art!
ta-ka-ta-take it apart.
"What?"
Your whole flow.
"Oh." :(
You could bring it back when it does not blow.
You must not know-- I'm the commander, you're tryna be the man but you're just not, though.
You? Charmander.
Me? 120 HP I'm a star car. Charizard, buddy.
I'ma burn anybody on the summit til they are far from it, it's a far, far plummet to the ground.
A dark, dark, dungeon is where you'll be found as I lounge on the crown of the mountain like, "Wow."
I can't hear a sound but
AHHHhahAhAhAHHAHHHH

Verse 3:
Rapper with astonishing skill. Why are you acting like you wanna get killed?
I am a Cadillac up on a big hill and you are a caterpillar on the windshield.
Big wheels-- pig squeals when I brake. Breaking never happens I don't wanna sit still.
I'm moving around constantly on a windwill.
Ron Burgundy of rhyming-- I'm kind of a big deal.
And I don't simplify, not a lyric in my notebook's been revised.
Never dumb down shit, I've got Simba pride and I just can't wait to be king, ya'll have been advised.
To all you simpleminded nitwits hiding in disguise: just know I've been spitting rhymes since "freestyle" meant you improvised.
Damn-- I'ma be the mamacita getter when I level all competitors flat.
Do you want the truth?
You better get back in the booth.
'Fore you fall off like a little kid's tooth.
I don't wanna hate but what else am I to do?
Dudes thinking they big shit like elephant poop.
And I'm stuck feeling like a drug dealer with the best shit but no one to sell the shit to!
Got a hella sick musical ear and whatnot......
Come see my weapons, my 1-3-5-7's will leave you hanging, I'm fucking armed with notes.
So you're never gonna hear a gunshot.......
luckily my method of hunting my brethren's achieved through phrasing things much too smart for most.

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from Cardboard Hearts, released June 30, 2012

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