(feat. Shabaam Shadeeg, Skam, Kwest & A.L.)
[man 1:] I like this song…
[man 2:] All right! All right! All right everybody set off down!
[man 1:] Oh, please!
[man 2:] Come on now, now! KHM!
Rhymes it all! [scratches]
And every rhymes what I’ve heard it all before.
Of course – I rap till I’m hoarse, add the sauce
To them dry turkey MC’s say what you like, I toss!
In theory when you hear me, like the guts of the Dutch
Snap caught you in the act like Vivitar – AF.
2-5-5 auto-focus clear vision
Precision mics for people of all types, call the cavalry.
Switch the pitch gradually.
Turntable knocka fresh like binocca.
Jot the thoughts in my chronicles remarkable styles
Shadeeq taxed it make an exit to spark mine.
Nuclear physics with cannibals and phat rhymes
They know the time like it’s sundown. – At explow!
Went to bible class with a gun, blasted a nun
Fuck hell! – Satan sent my ass to the sun.
I wasn’t born I was hatched – and dumped in the trash
With a note attached saying someone please whip this brat’s ass.
I never gave a rat’s ass or a flying fuck
Driving drunk in a fire truck with the siren stuck.
Slammin’ the brakes, skiddin’ out cause the tires suck
I went to pull you off my dick and got the pliers stuck.
You better run! Cause I’m probably the only one
Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife and stab you with a gun. (aaggggh!)
I like fire, you might see me start it
I’m slightly retarded! I miss my sanity since the night we departed.
Yo! – Oldworlddisorder on some outnumbered shit
We rather go outta control then to be under it.
Yo! How you goin against us, when we got nothin to loose?
Must be confused – to pray to a god that don’t excist.
That wouldn’t save yo bible kissin’ ass and even if he did
We like to twist the mist [? ] – genetic dead end – don’t got friend!
Skam is chatter man, posin’ children for depression
Stressin’ nutty language – say my name is “Gladys”!
That’s chupacabra! – Suck the life outta you
There won’t be enough of your brain left to fill a tea spoon.
We two vanishin man. – That make the bad things plan
And prob’ly go platinum on the day that the world ends.
When it comes to beef – I get relieved when I kill it brief.
Send you a reef, get your family ready for grief
I knock your teeth, they’re conceit like a thief
Make a change of release – burn or leave before you go beneath.
Rappers I kill em down is where I send them villian
My plan is illin’ so much. – I need some peniculine.
Cats is spillin’ cause I’m down here
Kickin’ shit that’s solitaire you crown is rip cause rapper you sound counterfeit.
You get a round of clips – if you play hard
You stay scarred thinkin of graveyard you’re in a caveyard.
One in the mill, son I’m I’ll when it comes to skills
Wanna get killed and catch a dum dum in your grill.
Rappers demenishing is [? ]? I get to the finish
I’m speaking English, while your brothers is speaking in gibberish.
You touch a mic and, I’m out to burry your fingers
You want some fame? – I’ll beat you up in front of Jerry Springer!
So pay the price say the nice when I pay the dice
I take your life slay it twice before your [? ] arrive
Cats who ride with feminine.
I’m singin this without, the benefit sin sinamen sin sin sin sinamen.
So submit it in your mental, since you find it essential
This [? ] simple sentences this sentence is simple! – You banned from using writing utinsels.
Wether cry line, crayon pen and pencil
Observe verse with syntax – that causes skin crack or an impact.
Send a rap shot with [? ] and then whack
Then back to the lab to add what most of them lack.
I can hand you a manual of what I plan to do to you more tantual
You still wouldn’t understand the full concept and sniff
Trough your fingers like sandgranuals.
[? ] and a blue sea anually and you will see wich aninal me.
And fifty of us spittin up that written stuff
It’s all the same! [? ] is the reason for cyphas prematurely spittin up.
Ironic, phonic sure my flow is far from enbionic
To be honest [? ] is a cronic antibiotic. – I’m beyond it!
The texure of my lecture is complex like a professor’s,
Scep these [? ] exceptionall when I bless sound parsepticals.
Bust trenches trough my vest to be turns crews to vegetables
Then grab my testicals and cup ‘em! Fuck ‘em! – Let’s see who tha fucks?