🎵 MEATHEAD // by Bishop Nehru

26 ContributorsMEATHEAD Lyrics [Verse 1: MF DOOM, (Bishop Nehru)] I sip a hot tea, watchin' Archie flip on Meathead And left the page Rip Torn writin' what the beat said On the mic he's heat-red, ghetto head, street-bred All 'em crooked D.T.s and Feds can eat – lead Wheat and gluten free, he is who he is, is who he be Mind your biz for me It could even help you in the long run What good's a song if the jawn's no fun, son? Shogun – invisible armor, level 5 Couldn't penetrate the bomber with your llama, stay alive Playin' jive, beamin' on the telemetry Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC Although prefer the term "rhymer" Third time a slurred word primer, dime a mama And make sure it stay tight, it's only right Own the daylight and the night life, they bite trife From thug to bugged to happy-go-lucky shit Ask him, do he really give a fuck-shit? Tuck it (Ah) No ice bucket list, suck it Struck a nugget, duck, kid [Verse 2: Bishop Nehru] When I die, fuck it, I guess I prefer me goin' to Hell Because Earth is truly the same, so the difference I'll never tell He send it like it's the mail, Captain Bishy set his sail Excel like Microsoft on all of these other fails His trail never derail, his mental's the Holy Grail As the stress gets released from the simplest of inhales It's sealed from all the chantin', like he holdin' up a strike The mic's his only light, alights my only vice Advice is like a satellite, I see them try and dish Feel I'm dyin' in the skies, I've been grantin' this kid's wish, it's Kinda ridiculous, like thoughts of Saint Nicholas Breakin' in, leavin' gifts for all the world's underprivileged kids Quit with the ignorance, the emperor's legitimate And learned to never give a shit They never gettin' it, I'm makin' it clear All the haze took focus as these jokers appear I been acceleratin' – I already know where to steer He saved face, no brakes, I'm just peepin' the rear And I been livin' out of love, they livin' in they own fear I change ways, I'm cruisin', but never changin' the gears They say that he back – actually, I been at it for years Dreams the side-view mirror, they closer than they appear Just beware of the emperor, I play the game's vendor He rap's Wes Anderson, directin' these beginners Too illustrious, I leave the sucker fits to the pretenders Made tenders as I played Simba – nigga, that's dinner I remember when my shine was a little bit dimmer Now it's bright, and the light, I leave 'em blind from the shimmer They tryna play the blinds, I leave 'em fallin' like timber Designed to rise from this abyss, this kid's art differs Like shivers, he's the coldest vibe alive, and it's evident I put the pride to the side, it's irrelevant A angel like mine know mine Heaven-sent And this the best it gets, bitch