On a lower floor you stand twaddle oddly Stand short like a leprechaun so now you are like Aubery Hold this, Morris, Spanned short across the phenomenon so now you can restore us I ain’t gonna thrive no more Second italo-ethiopian war I ain’t gonna thrive no more Sometimes your death comes to me through your second front-a-door You move like disabled motoring, like pencil ink you’re lowering More words out of your mouth than nano centimeters on your body For the words out of your mouth per minute are nothing short of a book or story Yap, yap, yippee yap Like shut the fuck up You’re shorter than Johnny-Jump-Up Like a clone of him but you should be like Johnny-Shut-The-Fuck-Up Thinks ha Child-a-prodigy but nothing more than wobbly Responsible for the actions of your brother What for? Smother the rough and ready Anything and optimal with cosmological reasonable and obstacles should stop you when it’s needed forever and a reason because you keep on going in this unclever endeavor in which whenever or whomever doesn’t matter or what it ever does it always shatters
Jazz Rap
English
Sarcastic and confrontational tone towards a person who is being criticized for their behavior and perceived arrogance.
This song can be used as a commentary on individuals who act superior or entitled, calling them out for their behavior in a creative and sharp manner. It can also serve as a reflection on the consequences of one's actions and attitudes.
The song features clever wordplay, internal rhymes, and a rhythmic flow characteristic of Jazz Rap. The lyrics also include references to historical events like the Second Italo-Ethiopian War, showcasing a level of depth and intellectual engagement.