Mr. East

from Looking For... by Takumi

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lyrics

I'm almost famous so I aim this
I'm not nameless, ignoramus, please play this
I've got checkers not gameless, and even the lameness
Claims that everyone loves me so call me Raymond
Not trying to be pretentious or too conscientious
But when I rep it they don't wanna mention this
And that right there is preposterous
Elemental rhymes, phosphorus droppin this
From the esophagus of this metropolis of consciousness
My rhymes in the prime, roll out, call it Optimus
My posture sick and monstrous: loch ness
I call my wrist Rick Roll, people keep viewing it
This is the truest influences that provides nuisances
I've already proven this that my ruler wit
Is measured beyond the mind of mortals: it's ludicrous
I do this not foolish or stupidness and I don't loosen it
I've got a super spit that makes even lugers trip
Seen a lotta stress, I confess and yes seeing to much fresh
When I walk to my closet it's like a fest of dress
That would impress the less and rest because
My prepped gear from the bottom to my chest is best, yes!
I stay fitted and I rip it in a minute kinda like Mr. West
But I'm Mister East, not a mystery, but this beast
On beats rises like yeast to a certain degree not the least
Slick like I'm greased, fresh to death like I'm deceased,
But I increase the peace like Priests and even flyer than Geese
I've got this in abundance, my subsistence, comeuppance
I rubbed this, so love it, baked and shipped out like muffins
My words electric in a metric ton son, not dyslexic
Or eccentric, it's synthetic and has power like kinetics
And I'm never done son! So you pathetics call this a conundrum