Juxtaposed chords by The Grouch

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Verse 1
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Yo,   you know what, man?
Cool, you what sayin'?
We got grouch,
IQ, you know what sayin'?
Hobo
Junction, let me let us
What you gon' do with that?
What you gon' do with that?
You can't give it back?
I got a good side, I got a bad side, too
My good side's the eye,
the bad side's the cue
A righteous man, a nitrous hand
A priest with half the
Bible and a knife in hand
I got
God and the devil kissed off
They want my wrist off
My style's purgatory
mixed with herb and glory
I got guns crossed, bread with books
I cocked a page back just
to confuse crooks
Diametrically opposed to pies,
I can't die I'm milked rounder like a hog on a daisy fry
Well, I'm a simple man,
but I think complex too
A crusader for justice,
pin the dirty work on you
My nerdy look is never seen, they think I'm mean I play it up,
you, I'm underground, but get the green
I want the sound clean from the house,
get it? I want the house and the cars and respect when I spit it
In effect, I'm like a midget with wings I won't miss a thing,
but you don't know that
I hide them like diamond rings and rough hood I try to be good,
but I'm a bad motherfucker
talkin' like
Jules, I wish you would
You wish you could,
but you can't, I'm too much
T -W -O plus I -Q, that makes four I got a good side,
what about I -Q?
I got a bad, bad, bad side too I try to be good,
but I'm a bad motherfucker
I got good side, bad,
side too I snap back like titanium bamboo
I wash brains like a gallon of shampoo
Erratic behavior, a sinner and a savior
Dirt hustlin', comin' up clean,
opposites attract and I implode
What's the code?
Infinite compounds of combinations
that are juxtaposed
They can't analyze
Psych, I'm
AlphaDawg, your disco's a
Betamax from an
Afro called
Tobio
Why should they even try, bro?
They just do -do
Aquaman, controlling the flow,
IQ, look out,
cause now I'm busting with the
I don't have an alias, never been a crazy whiz,
schizophrenic tendencies, my entity
Morphs and warps and contorts at will,
try and cop a feel, hip -hop made of steel
Soft and silent with the kill
Cause I wanna hear him squeal
My impression's just appeal
And if there's more than one
way to skin a cat
Then I'm a dog
Like every other rapper on the west
Lightin' a fog
I'm fightin' a hog
But man I'm usin' his bacon
Ignitin' a log
For now I'm freezin' and shakin'
Sleepers awaken
They don't want to but we make them
Hear they mother from the gutter
Come great men
On time comin'
You know what I'm sayin'
But it was worth your wait
Now see him
He worth the wait
We in gold, platinum, and diamonds
We hymin', we gon' bust your hymen
I'm just talkin' shit, it's
IQ
You know what I'm sayin'?
We ain't representin' nothin'
We are the world
You feel me?
You smell me?
You hear me?
You see me?
You be me?
No, you can't be me,
you can't be the grouch
You feel what I'm sayin'?
We droppin' classics all over your
motherfuckin' dome
So just get used to this shit,
lyrical punishment
Tongue lashes for the weak
And a fix for the fuckin' hip -hop junk
Bitch