Untouchable explores an aggressive pursuit of BDK's quick rise to prominence in the hip-hop world. Throughout the song, themes of drug-use, the dismissal of critics and the threat of riot are prevalent.
lyrics
A million situations saw me hangin' with my head.
Now I'm fillin' in the information bangin' this again.
My soul was never lifted when I flickered out the business.
Artist listen, better stand the heat or get on out the kitchen.
Intelligence a synonym. I'm livin' with a vision and
Indicatively imminent. Good riddance to the critics.
Livin' til I get it, on collision with the fittest.
Shit I'm primitively gifted, so I'm rappin' in a ribbon.
Consider this your Christmas. Let's get ripped so we can split this.
When I'm dippin' down into the pits, the Devil I get lit with.
Sinners have insisted now I'm itchin' to enlist them.
Flippin' shit, a liquid script, I think ya quitters missed it.
Slimmin' out the cynics, yeah I'm trimmin' down they image.
Cuz I'm clippin' winged insects who existed to be finished.
Slipped it with these bitches, think that privies them a winner.
No ambitions, chicken dinner. They're all sittin' like beginners.
You seen my highs and lows, let music take control
My flows untouchable, pipe game incredible
females all over me cuz I'm bout ta blow,
haters can shut up now. Sit back and watch the show
Seems that someone deemed me fit, believin me to be equipped
With this wicked energy that's drippin' outta greedy lips.
Droppin' out a seedy brain, Chronic bouts of creaky pain.
stop and tout the CD's name, quarantine of BDK.
Love the way I chop, but they're prayin' for my drop,
No way that I'll be topped. Until I'm layin' in my box.
The misery it gets to me, addicted to me physically.
The contradictions visit this affliction on my history.
Stoned no Blarney, hoes so Barbie.
Ken don't want none. Solo army
Honey don't be charmin' me. I'm money flow and R n' B
Harp these heartbeat harmonies, and pump me out your arteries.
Tisket or a tasket, flippin' up the basket
Grippin' at this biscuit. Get a glimpse of what I bask in.
Limitless advantage, I don't even need the cabbage
Cuz this shit ain't comin' with me when they're sealin' up my casket
Chorus
Mayday! Rhymer, this rap is a flame.
You gotta maintain higher than maximum gain.
I'd ratha lay slain prior I wax or I wane.
A lot of Plain Jane liars. Collapse or take aim
I'm fetchin' beats and writin' rhymes, catchin' heat and blowin' minds.
Sparkin' sight with sharpened eyes. Bark or bite, flow that grinds.
Art is hyped, smartest lines. Target me. Goin' blind.
Gimme Yours. Aimin' high. A to Z, Doe or Die.
Morph or blame who? You were warned to see through.
Let's worship these rules? This horseshit ain't true.
Divorce from these goons. Forced to lead coups.
Extorting proportionate fortunate fools.
Coercin' the sheep til we flock to our rooms.
They box in our dreams til they lock us in tombs.
You feel the apocalypse mockin it soon?
I will never be stopped til I Occupy you.
Chorus
Spoken: So now you know. Pound new flow. Haha, BDK and Afficial Hits 2012. Go get it
credits
from Mandatory Quarantine,
released April 21, 2012
Benjamin David Kerns, Drew Collier
Beat by Sinima Beats
Killer West Coast hip-hop entirely produced by Georgia Anne Muldrow, with features from E-40, Del the Funky Homosapien & more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
