Eyes open myatropic blink jet set into orbit flex chest beat the rest infectious verses turn morbid rise up fly climb soar high despise the non wise subordinates stand up take charge become deft from a life less unfortunate.
Fermi
Eyes open myatropic blink jet set into orbit flex chest beat the rest infectious verses turn morbid rise up fly climb soar high despise the non wise subordinates stand up take charge become deft from a life less unfortunate.
Fermi
What a relief, minstrel cycling through archives rivaling papers at a stature
Matured only through being obese, emcees asking me what I means to live/
Since I was in the graveyard digging more graves
Taken out more stabs at breast bones
Shifting tectonic plates awaiting my orders/
Your fate has been decided driven
Wired up to explode like a suicide bomber/
Come off your karma and get cha dharma
You begging for darts from the L-O-R-D
Then get on your knees and say please/
My Pleiades be Constellar jumping thru star charts
Touching the realm you haven’t delved into yet/
Left field, busting ass crush clash famed to fast
Reign in emcees, leave them dead without an autopsy
Trying attach a sensor while I preform flows like biopsy/
Mechanize drops in prime time just to make the rating go off the charts
Shatter arms leave you broken down like a beat up Robocop/
My slo-mo flows leave you dried out like you got cotton mouth
Suckers thinking they can outreach out read fast as the earth is my thesis/
Feature creatures preachers couldn’t even wither down to idols like the figment leaches, which ain’t been taught and touted through social media
Driven to lead cha off a cliff with no shore adrift
With more dirt than anything dug up on Biff/
Back to any future, dispute cha feudal ties that bind
Been harden through the wars iron out cha gourds/
Now we speak on topics leaving most divided by optics
Play it cool like Mike Ditka and “JUST STOP IT”/
See the sharp shooter aim at ya medulla illest iron mic dueler
Every bar barricades my prey like schools of barracudas
Your tunes tuna niggas loaf soft wifeys get hit off
Everythings taped we rep harder than grape street
Others sets feel the great grief plottin to shank chiefs
From Kansas city my stance is gritty as frank nitty
These rappers are as real as lil kims titties
No beef starting the street seargeant leave em laid out
Like t. Martin
Ill beat a face like Zimmerman beat the case
And if im lm backed down the22 leaves the waist
But id rather max and stick rookie dealers for cracks
That bass for ya heads just increased my stacks
The leader of a dysfunctional pack with weapon straps
Rooting for peace again informants rocked to sleep
Whole crew twenty deep and we ain't lost a peep
To a stank cell wishing the beasts hell
My best buy was a glock wit extra shells
I was blessed to fail entrapped wrists cuffed
Stress was so heavy the worlds strongest man couldn't pick me up
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Im like water to a thirsty flower we thirst for power
I see far ahead like vision from the towers
Precision from hours of crafting the curses
That haunt survivors of close range verse shots
I reverse plots dawn of the dead get your hearse popped
Smoke that medical all cases federal need a jewish lawyer
Cause looking at time brings anxiety and paranoia
Steel magnolia setting cameras flash the aftermath
Rappers writing trash landfill inspiration
Your advance was more suspect than mister cee
The government been murdering mcs that's no mystery
So many enemies out for my entries
C.i.a. Framed me with keys know I'm locked
Free labor slavery bids of the bidding block
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Parables i spit unbearable like a decompsed corpse
Lyrically blessed a vet on the chess board
Ladies cream and scream louder than horses
At the sight of fire louder than whipping your whip
With two flat tires lets compare the stats are self evident
Not a wu member but leave forever dents
This con confinded in confidence
Universal math repaired my conciousness
Once i learned widths and measurements
Fronts on some gold pump in the trunk
In swatts atlanta hoods where bodies are buried in woods
Thats what happens turtles stay snappin
Bitches yappin about nothing in the clubs and salons
Im eating dinner with a georgia peach who resembles solange
But actually more attractive used to carry groceries for her mom
Shes in my ear like dre beats then she stained up my grey sheets
Couldnt be wifey i know she creeps when her mans fast asleep
We meet to smash and smoke sensii from the stash
I had to slow down this was a weekly thing of ours
We shared memories of the drug life and fast cars
Niggas thought i was a sushi chief how i was moving that raw
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
shank heavy to carve faces to the bone after it's sharpened on the stones
outfit resembles Indiana jones let's columbine massacre these clones
kings of thrones are overthrown street landing broken skulls n bones
secret society hit-man shot drifting service to keep em nervous
shit out the remains of veggie burgers nasty bloody money earner
I threw the wild pitch hit the head what a foul stitch
mind in the ditch while your body is straight razor decorated by a gangster bitch
I move like an apache with a mini-axe and the scalping was swift
as that Taylor bitch mc's with riff get found in a faceful of their own shit
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
All I knew is peeps on the box
Drop clocks been props ops been doing it
Since I was hitting jump shots with them Shaq reebok pumps on/
Buster bonds decorate iron out cha lungs
Been speaking often now topics be diversified/
Never darting on these feats now we reaching
Seething now you just havening seen how I’m believing/
Maxing on beta severs cats nowadays
Don’t even know what broadcast television is,
Get those kids a new encyclopedia mix,
Spit kick like those at the lyricist lounge/
Crashing grounds been ciphering since I was in high school
You cold crushing pound cake draking losers
Get schooled in styles that make you weak and stinking like a black and mild/
You ain’t vile seen through battling eyes
Now I got lives, living dyes through modules/
I’m never been a hazard, I have a mean streak
Why you cannot be oblique and unique/
Seek thru cakes fakes get land ole lakes
Get laid like clothes think you should stick to smoking cloves/
My clones can dispose of those thinking you rocking robes
My red eyes be blunted sith eyes, get me those pies/
I am a human PC, never been a XBOX
Always been a SONY Vaio or PlayStation
If you want to MC I can leave looking like
A button on an MPC or at the trucker weigh station/
Driven laid when been swayed in braided been hated
Been faded been jaded been candid now I’m just vandalize/
sheepish beasting!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Iron fisted before the nemesis existed blood diamond wristed
hex the next set heavy homicide statistics
cryptic code writer soon to blow like a crack lighter
Vaginal rappers wish they had a flow tighter
trying to strike in a stance as if u knew tiger
flyer my face on it feds most wanted soon 2 be bounty hunted
shorten the bars and still defeat those who threw a hundred
or a thou from here to london bridges are falling down
got every style in me you can have the crown
so know what never move foul as a slut
more like king tut others are like a boxer with eye cuts
no time out your time's up like o.c.'s
had so much game as a shorty the n.b.a. approached me
nigga bullet association my associates
so what i boast a bit i got that from slick rick
gangsters get clipped like rusty toes
bust off re-load your the type to pop the pole
if i'm not twisting a dutch i'm coppin' the gold
always giving a middle finger to the under-cover down the road
losses redeemed i know fiends who spit hot sixteen's
visible in dreams televise this i'm breaking through screens
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Sheepish, is an animalistic speak on it leave topics, topic less
You get stressed from how I spaz on a track
Leave every syllable detached from how I rip a track/
Think how you can say “Google that”
Get off your nouns, and get known now
I how I pronounce flows that trounce emcees
get denounced and demoted whether or not
you communicate properly without promoting
your type of propaganda on a mixtape/
Been blazing amazing leave you soaked in grease
Looking like a poorly designed tattoo/
Leave you looking black and blue
Skip those shoe makers you ain’t cake
Your just inflatable dolls, get mauled by bears
You ain’t kitten, care bears you lames
Get shamed by how you don’t got game/
Lames know how I torch e’m
And then touch they lives like close encounters of the third kind/
Be nice and rewind my verse, and watch me open the earth
Give birth to the surface without Mother Nature we all wouldn’t be here/
Speak on your lives, get devised by how diversified bonds can become
Sons get stunned by how my traps stun and
Make you run like you got diathermia of the mouth/
Doubt cha max output to comprehend how I combine
And transform like Voltron, get cha destroyed before you can even deploy/
Get cha mixes kicked outta headphones, son couldn’t even go in
Even if he was going in on some pussy physically/
Lyrically fit spit legit quit cha gimmicks
Push it to the limit leave it dead like a divot/
Trying to pivot unquivibicablely cannot even be miserable
Inquesititors get legimately ignore before being implored
To even be employed you still get destroyed shouting the phrase
“you sunk my battleship”/
my damn form similar to sand storms
queens womb awaits the new born
ate bushes and spit thorns thickled n scorned
the one matrix escapist watch the place shift
every feature ate like grits shut em down like federal government
why resist the fact you came to quit
i came to spit and conquer and merge with monsters
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
chemical complexcity i suplex cities through
shifty levels
debry and shovels for devoured devils
in the powerhouse all powerless rebels
may you be seated where u retreated
relieved we didnt leave with your head
the best of stormfire lead roll is mine
drummin lines i wont spare ya spine.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Battling building up dynamic as freaks outta geeks
Sheiks I’m iron out cha lead, been in green had to get my greed on/
Beast feast rely battling iron ultra-fine
My lines be working hard on your time line/
Spit shine divide by time driven lives
Skip thru phases fine, you can ink me anytime/
Jetliner prime timer one liners get cha starfish
I’m invader like starro, emcees get barred though/
Faded fakes with ink plated faces get doctor doomed
My room goes boom I’m the knight rider writing in the dead of the night
Headless horsemen in sight blinded blight/
I have the heart of a lion
The vigilance of a champ is born
Skip the scorn, you can go do some porn/
My ire leers like times I tear up
On the john I’ve been bothered
Ain’t not father to my style/
Get played like a P-S-3
Triplicate I duplicate diplomatic immunity
Spit impurity where beef and chicken get teriyaki
You can see me like Mr. Miyagi just wax on, wax off/
Panther shark bison spark battle darts
Culture vulture gets emo about thugging
Get bugging and squashed/
I got new shit no name
Fuck fame, I’m all in mane/
Battle me on point or in game
I’ll leave your name blood smeared
Get reared like child birth ill see ya old earth
What is your worth when you curse at cha ladies?
Then you still want her to have your babies/
i eliminate teams like the red sox the baddest out the batters box
since ortiz. rocking champion tee's long sleeved
believe it or not like rigley's it's a rigged league
never letting pig's breathe clap those pig feet
your boys basically lost like mr. cheeks
i'm out for happiness, and love peace
smart and street the first thug geek
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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