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[Intro: Marcus Tullius Cicero - TV Show 'Rome']
Please listen, as if you were sober and intelligent,
And not a drink-sodden, sex-addled, wreck.
[Verse 1]
I got, medical surgeons testing my urine,
Cozâ my shock value got me pissinâ electrical currents,
And itâs burninâ, my pen is working over-time,
So you go rewind till you finally know the rhyme,
Run home and quote the lines,
Bolic terrorize ciphers like Al-Qaeda,
And fire rockets like Iâm inside the cockpit of a stealth fighter, (incoming)
I compel writers to excel despite the fact my deal at Viper was like the cell at Rikers,
My, mic line through Midian, defines oblivion,
Ahead of the time Iâm livinâ in like the prime meridian,
So, why sign to get me in a worthless game,
Where, Abelâs going toâ murder Cain for his personal gain,
When I, can brainstorm a hurricane of purple rain,
Till it floods the Earthâs terrain and, bursts in flames,
The same person remains but my, purpose changed,
And itâs worth the pain of hearing yaâll curse my name. (fuck you)
[Hook]
We let them hands go, we put our feet down,
We give a damn? No, we give out beat downs,
So let your fam know, you wannaâ blam; go,
Cozâ we can land those, donât even stand close,
Iâm sitting on the edge, Iâm lethal,
Iâm afraid I might flex on people,
Might box, might put you in a box,
If you want it we can make it pop,
Quick like âblaowâ,
[Verse 2]
Yo, I got half a million rappers catchinâ feelings,
Cozâ Iâm mass-appealing like the Sistine Chapel ceiling,
And the, whole time yaâll pray Jesus comes,
I was hearing demons speak in tongues saying:
âRob the preacherâs sonâ,
Too much Puerto Rican rum keeps me tipsy,
Iâm tryna keep my equilibrium like eating lithium,
So, (what?) first take the final edit,
I can inspire sceptics to get the fuck up like Simon said it,
I gottaâ, street sign accepted line of credit,
With more props for spittinâ fire than pyrotechnics,
And I, donât gottaâ drive a 6â5â Alexis, for my,
CD to drop on more blocks than when you die in Tetris,
Just as I expected, Iâll get my poetic justice,
When the cats who run the game are leaving on a set of crutches,
When they lay screaming in the general public,
Cozâ the metal rusted on their gun and back-fired when it busted.
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I never claim to be a gangster, but I donât fire blanks,
Iâm just know for saying crazier shit than Tara Banks,
But, celebrity stars leave us mentally scarred,
So I came to save the game like a memory-card,
Cozâ, enemy squads just pretend to be hard,
Like their mic booth surrounded by penitentiary bars,
And, whenever they rhyme they get federally charged,
Their the mafia, and thieves chill wherever they are,
I donât believe emâ, it simply isnât feasible to heat your pool,
Can see some wolf from turninâ you little sheep to wool,
Immaâ, loose cannon with Duranâs hands of stone,
I leave swagger _________ right in the heart to stand alone,
Itâs like cancer prone, DNA strands were cloned,
And gene spliced with victims at Ground Zeroâs landing zone,
But Iâm no hero, Iâm a bastard like my parents moan,
Had a one night stand and popâs wouldnât answer the phone,
I fight till Iâm jamminâ bones with my knuckles breakinâ,
So fuck your mother, Iâll punch your muthafuckinâ face in,
Iâll your face in to make a motherfuckinâ statement,
That I love the underground, I grew up in my motherâs basement.
[Hook]
- Album:
- Fightin Words
- Liar & A Thief
- The Foul Play Mixtape
- Vengeance Ascending
- Overload 2: A Tribute To Metallica (Various Artists)
- Subterraneal Magnitude
- Excisions Of Exorcisms
- Chaos In Hell (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Liar and a Thief
- Foul Play Mixtape
- Supreme Evil
- Infinity Through Purification
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 2
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume V
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Overload 2 - Tribute to Metallica
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Vol. V
- Total Overload: Tribute to Metallica - 2 CD Set
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume VI