Some Text and Worms back and forth shit..
Text and Worms are two emcees that have come a long way to be able to bring these songs to you. Worms is what Aesop Rock would sound like if he was eight years
Text and Worms met up in 2004, and have since been focused on creating home-brewed Hip-Hop with a variety of equipment, mostly working out of the kitchen, ghetto fabulous style...
Story behind the song
Just wanted to try out some back and forth rhymes.. worked out okay.. will definately do more of this type of thing in the future.. stay tuned
Lyrics
Text and Worms...
Ayo, what up worms, how're you doin with your bad self?
Scratchin my testicles, thinkin these rappers are in sad health, where you at text?
well, im thinking, you know how we're constantly chillin and loungin when we ought to be buildin?
yeah really, cuz the effects is illin how we mesh, got these blocks filled in heavy and dark on this scantron test..
YES! If life was a multiple choice between women, dope beats, and bud, i'd bubble 'D' for all of the above, you follow me cuz, and offer no apologies, because i don't give a flying fuck what the rest of the colony does..
hmm, the monotony buzz, breaks in they tanks and take hold, takes a whole circle of life to unfold, i go cold turkey off a space-time continuum, concerned sometimes, hope i don't grow herpes..
paranoid everytime you find a cold sore lurking, there's a whole world flirtin with disaster and it concerns me.. holding hope for any sort of utopia's a bogus journey, so focus on your own life, gain control, thats the first thing..
and from that egg and fruit of life, pour out bursting, sulfur to mercury, some sodium thirsting sure don't work for me.. but word indeed, my mind diverse in its nerve strings, bend reality kid, those fallacies recieve their own worst dreams..
honestly, it just occured to me that we need to focus on a topic or concept when rockin over certain beats, cuz certainly, not all the peeps appreciate the verbally sporatic nerd emcee rap that we've currently mastered on the track..
missin topics never curb my attack though,
regurgitate conversations with crack-hoes
acting all out my asshole, some tracks get wracked
yo its the afro, the focus often shifts to the present when the ill raps flow..
is that so? well, in light of the fact, i guess we're on the right path, writin back and forth like pen pals, with rhyme skills, stabbin enemies with pen quills, dippin the tip in liquid acid inkwells, and sink well, like ships do..
Text and Worms..
