11 Australopithecus Lyrics

Verse 1:
Eatin' bon bons while constantly rippin' this,
feelin' more gone than australopithecus,
I'm distinguishing good ideas from the fleeting ones,
you don't care but you'll be aware like what tweeting does,
when I take my thoughts and put 'em on the paper,
it'll bake you more than if you would have drawn the vapor,
I ain't tryin'a be no father like that man Darth Vader,
I'm just tryin'a go harder than some damn now and laters, but
maybe one day if the time's right and dime's tight,
but today I'll just rhyme and write 'til I find the night,
working so late I estimate my girl hate me,
she'll say P, quit today and replicate some earl grey tea, for me
hot, stop blowin' up my spot,
A lot of the time I find I'm knowing what the plot,
Is.
Before it gets revealed cuz I'm ignoring what I see and just exploring what I feel,
and that's real.

Chorus:
Living life just to pass the time, looking at the clock watching the hand tick by.
Hey man that ain't no way to live it, no it isn't,
more to witness than just handling your business, hear this (X2)

Verse 2:
Bouncer ain't lettin' you up there unless you famous,
announcing you ain't going upstairs like you a Dalek.
Well that's well he tells you anyway,
he might as well have just tried to sell you Jenny Craig.
10 minutes later chick walks to the front,
lettin' out grunts like she's about to confront,
got a book bag filled with drug paraphernalia,
she look mad ill with buns Iggy Azalea.
What do ya know? They can run one more in,
dumb, chewin' gum, she'd just come from whorin',
the same kinda girl who I'd assume get the job,
in a room of ungroomed dudes who look like blobs.
Slobs.
And now you mad as all hell,
she's Rihanna, Lady Gaga, and you Adele.
Still lookin' swell but with a few more pounds on,
and you can tell she probably use more Calgon,
than you,
but you got style, personality,
the damn bouncer can't see that now, in his reality,
but you know what? you keep on doin' you,
cuz I'd choose Adele every single time and that's true

Chorus

Verse 3:
Now I don't usually diss, but if I did it would sound a little something like this:

When I rhyme bitch I spit more grime shit than gettin' heimliched
Rippin divine hits to keep on climbin' is common,
Y'all braggin' bout guns?
Y'all got less tech than the Amish,
Questionin' me son?
That's out of line like a comet,
that's gone off course,
I don't need braun or force,
to let you know that I'm a king while you're a pawn or horse,
of course,
you say you're original? Then why you watching me?
Puttin' tastes in my mouth worse than ayahuasca tea,
fuck it man, live long and prosper see?
I ain't gotta wish death on you monsters please,
ain't no grudges,
I save those for when I feel threatened and the only thing I'm saving for you right now is a lesson,
I'll review your tracks like I'm Siskel and Ebert,
the dude spews wack with a fistful of reverb,
and I hope that he heard that,
Animal and Beaker called man, they want their words back