Chroma Keying

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JC the Imperial

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I’m chroma keying
Like overseeing my total being, like
I’m chroma keying
Like overreaching what’s so beneath me, I
Think it’s time for feasting, yeah, woo
Crack a bottle of Riesling, yeah
Chroma keying like
Wit’ a background in the background
Band together like Zac Brown
As I man the weather like a weatherman
Pointing black clouds out
Conjoining spazzed-out laughs – ask how
I’m able to just put the mac down
Without laying my Mac down
With Tims cooking like hash browns
Bimbos doing limbos for me
Smackdown on the mat now
Yeah, I’m always down to smack loud
Never tap out like Manny Pacquiao getting blacked out
Never back down like Ronan Farrow foretelling Matt Lauer
Having a trap house full of casting couches
In the Adirondack Mountains with his marijuana ounces
And the corpse of Farrah Fawcett
And of course his hand across it ‘cause she’s trapped on
Land he bought with profits earned from tele prompters
I’m just chroma keying, I like only seeing
What you behold in me as I compose the beat
Audio effects, waterfalls on jets
Now I got these mother fucking Barbie dolls on set
Gandhi resurrected starting from the death
Put him in a sweatsuit: automatic threat
What them goggles do - build them hospitals
Fill them prostitutes with them popsicles
Lick that bartle doo, with that bobbled 'do
It’s phenomenal – tell ya momma, too
That I am a Sin City Svengali
Binge-spitting Buddy Holly
Pitch-shifting melancholy
Fringe-thinking Almighty
Lip-licking border collie
Disrupting order, I’ll be
Melting clocks of S. Dali
Sending bombs like Benghazi
This the anthem y’all can stand to
This man can be revamped, too
Branch out – the plan is bamboo
I’m in ya head like shampoo
I’m chroma keying
Like overseeing my total being, like
I’m chroma keying
Like overreaching what’s so beneath me, I
Think it’s time for feasting, yeah, woo
Crack a bottle of Riesling, yeah
I’m in a big ole hoe, like a new suburban ‘cause
I just kill bills like Uma Thurman
The truth for sure is that I am Lucifer
Excuse the fumes, I’m stirring up the hugest cauldron
Who’s the surgeon super wordsmith you just heard that
Looks like the newest version of the coolest person
Whose refurbished loose leaf cursive you can worship
Isn’t gonna lose the verdict
Can ya see me? I’m on a green screen
I’m in a Jeep 'kee like beep beep
You think it’s easy to rock a three-piece
I laid them all to rest like sleep sleep
I gave it all my best to be the best
A regal quest to eat the flesh of people’s necks
My lethal hex is easy death
Emcees can test but never even read the text
I’m an energized cat with a seven-nine tat
If I bend the nine back (Wait) - never mind that
It’s a clever mind trap – you’re forever mine
Level-headed set design – I been on the block like Minecraft
Got heart like a stethoscope – start up an episode
My part’s ending halitosis like a breath of Scope
Pardon the Leno joke – harvest the vegetables and
Farm them ‘cause I’m the only star in my telescope
Defy gravity while I bonsai families – decry amnesty
Revive blasphemy, refined masterpiece
I’m in the Palace of Versailles like majesty
Define vanity – it’s my charity to
Rhyme casually and chime rhapsody
What a calamity – and God damn, did he just
Find sanity to try chastity? Nope
I’m chroma keying
Like overseeing my total being, like
I’m chroma keying
Like overreaching what’s so beneath me, I
Think it’s time for feasting, yeah, woo
Crack a bottle of Riesling, woo

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