Behind Every Great Man - The Buttress

Behind men, conspiring

Behind men, conspiring

I’ve been fasting for weeks on these streets

I’m famished like Mollie Fancher and dancers

What I spit committing damage like cancer

With Prancer I’m encroaching on the roof

Approaching with my troop while they snooze in the coop

Buttress the head herald, beware of the barrel

They scared of my ammo, when I rhyme wreck like Steinbeck

I smother faggots like cabbage, take cover

Cause when I ravage and rape, bring the wrath like grapes

I establish a lax fist to slap dicks and smack bitches

Fuck dishes, I’m behind men conspiring

Perspiring for the time when sirens whine in the city

With crowds popping off like hymens to get shitty

About to go Rousseau on these hoes, primitive

Flow’s unlimited, don’t know the definition of timid

Took a switch to the lethargic to kick start a bitch

But they targeted the artist, burnt the kid like a witch

You fucking snitch!

Hit you harder than a dead wife flashback

Bring the strife to your life like dynamite in the knapsack

It’s the granny with the heart of brick, the nanny with the arsenic

Cathartic bitch, I’m starting shit

The evil that resides in men’s minds, I harness it

Mothers smother young ones with covers

Forlorn lovers mourn the stillborn

You’ve been warned, beware of the woman scorned

On missions having visions, Hildegard von Bingen bitch

I bring 'em in the ring with men

I’m leading them, relieving them of grievances

A logical bitch, the logicalest

Spending skrilla with Lillith, it’s the prodigal witch

Decked out in ringers crimson, harbinger of evil women

Singing sinful hymns with demons, we got 'em screaming for Jesus

They need us like preachers, believe us, the reapers

They’re crying from the lions den, weeping from bleachers

No sleep for the weak ones, shit is tiring

But no rest for the wicked, I’m behind men conspiring