Sniper Picnic - Rob Sonic

They want more feel to come out of it so

They stood there watching all the counterfeits show

Tell everybody that the pauper’s here

And you can tell by the pellets they took out of his man

You’re better off breaking your analysis' nose

Especially if your young and your talented don’t

The checks generally got them balances though

There’s them stars on the helmets like they’re Dallas’s, go

One way, innocence, two way radio

Gateway druggie with the run down ratio

War time crazy, go great with my look in fact

Ripped shit, bill a sale, stared when I took it back

You on some afternoon raps for the CD-

Crowd (show, you’re?) syndicated, trapped on repeat

I’m on some late night, canned if I don’t eat sleep

Honolu Vincent Price bad luck tiki

Bad in-flight plan, buckle-in

Truck rhyme, nozzle flow, high-code government

Auto-response, beats made of bufferin'

Wildstyle, peace of mind, wheat paste puzzlin'

Stand out, like a midget on stilts riding a unicycle

With a rifle as big as a stilt, ready to snipe you

Look, your own mens say they don’t like you

They say you act like a bitch when she’s on her menstrual cycle

Your parents should’ve advised you

It’s apparent a blind man must’ve guided you

You ain’t built to do the things that I do

Young Muddy Waters, Creats flow like he’s out the Bayou

Inner City Blues, make you bleed, but I’m not Piru

Soul food for thought for seeds and sinners, too

Curt Mayfield, or Kurt Cobain

The boy heroin, need to squirt him in your veins

Quickly, get to the top of the roof

And head behind the car where the arsenal moved

And right beside the well, use the operative rounds

To let these motherfuckers know, there’s no stopping you now

It goes- Downtown, up top, all about, audio

New York, New York, all about, audio

Downtown, up top, all about, audio

New York, New York, all about, audio

(Blitz sky?), polymorphic Hangar-eight-status

Swerve care-free, always did, no bounds out of it

Cloaked down, summoning my sumo-samurai

Larynx, catalyst, switch blade, carriage ride

Come on baby, don’t cry, two-wheel spokesperson

Indo in your window, crack shadow where you flows circlin'

Boys burglin' soundscape, caught up in the scenery

Respond in a lounge- wait, caught up in a dream of me

Walkin' with a dramamine, spinnin' like I’m Seraphine

Afro-king dime, Lyme disease flow-er

One-touch, finger flooder, no quip

Got the Hangar bolt on the shoulderpad, star on the helmet tip

Son, take a moment, catch your breath and own it

Home is for the heretics and Merrill-Lynch components

Nepotize, extra fries, five-alive, pesticides

Pride patriotic, gotta gobble up the exercise

Aerobic (class cats) phobias (abstract)

Fast-track race pace faith-based (scratch that)

Calomine or palomine, a Valentine to wash it

Downtown signs, why am I resigned to rock it?

Mechanical, arm-and-leg and beggin' for the armageddon

Army’s gettin' ready for spaghetti western confrontations

Patience is a virtue that I work through as I case the joint

Anoint, take the apron, cut the strings, and I made my point