The Lab Rats — Ritalin

[Verse 1] Let me get to the point and begin I'm stuck to the pick Like a Siamese twin joined at the bend Lend me an ear while I present dispensive pence On the stencils, send sentimentals I spit rhapsodies on these rap CDs For MCs that don't know half of me Max out the capacity when I flip the script With some gymnastic mastery I'm a white kid, the ghost with the most Flow bragadociously from coast to coast Yo fuck a cracker I'm a whole loaf of toast It's like butter when I jam to the notes that I wrote Rememo the ill flow Steady talking shit like this mics a commode Stone cold to the bone, I be breezing Cool similes that leave the bon freezing Babble on, last song A rat that'll spit wisecracks through the cast that wanna tagalong Face facts, you're a whack ass vagabond You couldn't walk the same line we stagger on [Verse 2] Sitting on top of the world, what a view Can't be touched when I'm Parlez-Vous I clutch the mic with K on the ones and twos Yo it's the Lab Rats, everyday we amazin' you Keepin' it high, blaze the fuse Drop razor grooves and clock rave reviews Two motherfuckers who got nothing to lose Hip hop, rhythm and blues Nicotineism and booze We thicken the mood like molasses And kick back in a casual fashion To blast this bombastic concept beyond rap Who we fuckin' on? We all check the mic Revving on 11 in red lights, you dead right You never met a competitor better with the rhetoric Medicine peddling predacious That'll have you meddling kids so in that your head'll spin Damn not even making sense a little bit Must be this Ritalin kicking in that I fiddle with My shit'll stick to teflon, griddles, and rittle clicks Beyond dark borders and everything in the middle


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