Unorthodocks - Snapple Facts (Prod. Funk.Shu) Lyrics

Cooking mediocre rapper like instant noodles
Getting baked like toaster strudel, watch flakes get roasted brutally
Tutor these Zooboomafoo's in how to get their numerals
Cop some nice consumables while staying out of cubicles
Bitch I'm Richard Rogers, I pen a beautiful musical
Hip-hop's Roger Waters, I wish you were here to view the full
Effect of a bull catching wreck in a china shop
In school I was the fool on deck if you was trying to cop
No tool but send one text and you getting dropped
You the type of dude that feel pressure and then find a cop
Still fresher, ain't impressed with your designer shops
Just make it easier to find you when the nine'll pop
The vinyl pop like kettle-corn
Breaking bread, we get ahead, we don't settle scores
With metals fours or metaphors; I been here before
Feels like the year before or the year before that
The same format; more raw raps splat like Rorschach
Majora Mask Shaq's; exploring NASDAQs for fast stacks
Lets chat brass tax, blast packs into hash wax
Brought a trash bag of cash back, cats be asking how I stashed that
Trying to get my pockets past fat, paid out the ass-crack and that's that
Just take a drag and pass it back, live from the tabernacle, double check your Snapple facts
Quit hand-checking Havilcek, you best protect your rubber neck
You cats ain't worth half a rack, I hit them with the double-tech
You double-text these hoes and don't know how to get the pussy wet

Or something like that...

You don't need to be compared with me
There ain't no parity, your genre is more parody
More like parrot-y, repeating what you heard
I skate across beats and make peeps hang on every word
Heavy slang blurred, Mary Jane herb in my turban tight
Rolling turpentine with parolees and suburbanites
George Gervin nice, ice cold with the flows
Most notably, no photos please at the shows
Though vocally, the raw coca leaf in the blow
Don't broker me if you broke as me, don't you know?
Poker face with the yoga pose, I'm so composed
Poking hoes, though I'd rather be smoking o's in the Poconos
Misspoken Pinocchio's get a broken nose
Ro-Sham-Bo, the show Rambo
I go where no man go, the new Van Gogh
Who be bumping old Chano on the iPod Nano
Keeping these biters on check like Izod flannels
Me and the beat a pea-pod, on my grind like P-Rod
I'm trying to be like Pete Rock, not blow steam like teapots
Don't care what he got, what we got is more live
We don't pop like four-fives and that ain't no damn jive
Most the time out of line but I ain't never out of lines
The type of guy that keep a fly chick driven out her mind
The type of guy that keep a fly chick driven out her mind