Caterpillar - Mountains of the Moon

You will not be able to stay home, brotha You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on Skag and skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You ain't number one, just another one Now everybody sayin' that they number one Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh) I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at? See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas You number one when it come to slaughtering mics I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life Uh, all you niggas my little rapper babies Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading My style got so many different facets I switch into so many different passions I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin' My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs These rappers only won their matches because they strategize I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' ahh This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You ain't number one, just another one Now everybody sayin' that they number one Kid think your number won't quit Number one song, get your number one chic Number one fly with your number one kick When it's all done then your number gon' switch Hold up, wait a minute Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors That could be the death of you Never let someone who's not as smart as you Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do Everything these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie It's nothing I can say to you that is realer Remember when you praisin' the butterfly Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You ain't number one, just another one Now everybody sayin' that they number one Kid think your number won't quit Number one song, get your number one chic Number one fly with your number one kick When it's all done then your number gon' switch You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill A savage still The track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin' Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again Pad to pen, I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot You copy me, but you're not You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths I see that thing, I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah 'Til the shingles come off the roof, we'll shout at the ceiling Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk And the language I speak is my mind Kingpin and Penguin combined Spit like it's King of the Dot A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart The frauds from the cream of the crop (Wait a minute, hold up) like a flashcard Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage? It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch It's a manslaughter Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods In fact, you're exact opposites, you make a wack song And can't hold a candle, but even Daniel-son whacks off You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap Lumberjack with a hacksaw Number one, but my pencils are number twos 'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements These beats are like my saloons 'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem I'm 'bout to go spin a cocoon Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb Then I'm flushin' you!

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour