Machizmo from Kamakiri Klouds by Mantis the Miasma & Tokyo Cigar

Verse 1:
Wise yet all attention centered on my letter grades
'Tussin in my lemonade chilled below centigrade
Senate seats, I dodge, ain't got that vice to present day
Don't trust any presidents, not even in they graves
Counting lettuce, fettucine, relished like a Costco combo
Only sausage that I eat, I need the beef, the swine is toxic
Got an allergy, sleep paralysis if I be slippin'
Like DMX, rest in peace, hell is hot but solo missions
To the light of god thawed out my cold soul
Jumping through dimensions, timelines like I'm Booster Gold
Fool's believe the glimmers real, till the truth is told
Crude as oil, foils to my character will often fold

Hook
I be getting grain, got my cheese up
Mantissimo known for machismo
G shock on my wrist, it's a plain jane
Once I get it bust down, know they all freeze up

Verse 2:
Hailstorms like winter weather, Yung Muhfucka, big endeavors
Came back better, way more clever
Slay y'all without any effort
Reign eternal, zany turn up
Bangladeshi beats I murder
Got a lighter, need a burner
Seen infernos, near the corner
Pigs patrolling, block is hot
Put 'em down, that's just a warmup
Now they rolled in blankets
Rolling deep like Havoc, not Adele
Rest in peace to Prodigy, survival-based philosophy
Lex Talionis, who got beef?
I'm hopping in the hooptie, I'mma ride or die for my beliefs
Give 'em hell on earth, scorch it, earth is hell
This is Sickle, rap police still wanna put me in a cell
Stopped my distribution plans, but got a stash of what I'd sell
Still got that leaf in my mouth, like a Victreebel
Free Tree, shouts to Vic Spencer, the music taught me well
Nothing IS something, point of origin like single-celled
Organisms prokaryotic, I see through scary optics
Neurotic, out of pocket, so chaotic, phone broke as my Zelle

Hook

Verse 3:
ROYGBIV the colors I be seeing when I vibe
Pleasing synesthesia aesthetics when I close my eyes
Roy with the blazing blade, G to this very day
Till the day I die, like Bel Bil Devoe I got the swang
Felt like Slim Jxmmi, snap you like I'm Randy Savage
Sandals ravaged by the desert days in California City
Bandaged up from heat waves and the dust devils that form around me
Chaos who came way before the titans, saw the classes clashing
Still surviving day to day
Aim for pays of greater wage
It's a war on my streets, and I can't find an escape
Systems trapped me, I'm tryna survive to never fade away
Young Mantis, had to pray, God somehow may light the way

Hook

• Experimental
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• abstract hip-hop
• alternative hip-hop
• instrumental hip-hop
• underground hip-hop
• California