I'm Going In

[Mantra]

verse one

punchlines are properly propelled by proper design
my name hovers over the city like the batman sign
but i'm not bruce wayne burn em with a loose flame
change my outfit and boots changed to sneakers
we blow speakers out the walls like street sweepers
ya'll sweet creepers we tape your rhyme bloopers
fire spittin' like coopa movin' like storm troopers
And boosters from mall security styles secured lyrically
skillz given a notch expose heads like drop tops
who got da props?
Don't want an oscar though i hit like De la hoya
out write any hip-hop author ya'll basic like tom Sawyer
lawyers in suits fighting for unpaid royalties
record companies have to distribute
my district boots wack emcee's o.t.
only me and my concious crew
all monsters doomed got a room for teleportation
somebody fucking your mind that's mental masturbation

chorus

i'm going in flooding the game with deep flows with-in
i'm a monster see the scales beneath my skin
play to win while others play to lose
i detected detectives on my case looking for clues


verse two

Smacking your peeps jackin' for beats blemish your techniques
the bastard on the case with a bomb to blow streets
so steep with each verse slay the weak first
watch em last for a season like some cheap shirts
faded in the wash the boss of beef drivin' a hearse
you know the flows a gift cause my life is a curse
tackle your earth invade your space me i'm raging worse
than a mad pit giving duo's friction like Angelina and brad pitt
no skits only sketching you second guessing
every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression
stepping inmdanger-zones sucker emcee's i bang their domes
send em home title stripped ripped and robbed for a phone
phoney clones feel the cyclone from a rhyme shown
never tolerated a titan annihilated with chrome

[SKR]

This is sick. The whole entire thing has amazing flow, and it really paints a picture. You've got skill, man. I especially like these lines

Smacking your peeps jackin' for beats blemish your techniques
the bastard on the case with a bomb to blow streets

[Mantra]

thanks SKR

[MosHigh]

verse one

punchlines are properly propelled by proper design
my name hovers over the city like the batman sign
but i'm not bruce wayne burn em with a loose flame
change my outfit and boots changed to sneakers
we blow speakers out the walls like street sweepers
ya'll sweet creepers we tape your rhyme bloopers
fire spittin' like coopa movin' like storm troopers
And boosters from mall security styles secured lyrically
skillz given a notch expose heads like drop tops
who got da props?
Don't want an oscar though i hit like De la hoya
out write any hip-hop author ya'll basic like tom Sawyer
lawyers in suits fighting for unpaid royalties
record companies have to distribute
my district boots wack emcee's o.t.
only me and my concious crew
all monsters doomed got a room for teleportation
somebody fucking your mind that's mental masturbation

chorus

i'm going in flooding the game with deep flows with-in
i'm a monster see the scales beneath my skin
play to win while others play to lose
i detected detectives on my case looking for clues


verse two

Smacking your peeps jackin' for beats blemish your techniques
the bastard on the case with a bomb to blow streets
so steep with each verse slay the weak first
watch em last for a season like some cheap shirts
faded in the wash the boss of beef drivin' a hearse
you know the flows a gift cause my life is a curse
tackle your earth invade your space me i'm raging worse
than a mad pit giving duo's friction like Angelina and brad pitt
no skits only sketching you second guessing
every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression
stepping inmdanger-zones sucker emcee's i bang their domes
send em home title stripped ripped and robbed for a phone
phoney clones feel the cyclone from a rhyme shown
never tolerated a titan annihilated with chrome

niiicee....

i especially like

"punchlines are properly propelled by proper design
my name hovers over the city like the batman sign"

"no skits only sketching you second guessing
every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression"

[Mantra]

good looks fam once again

[THE MASON]

JTS killin it right now

no skits only sketching you second guessing
every verse is a lesson to those who lack substance of expression


the truth right there

peace J

[SKAMPOE]

Don't want an oscar though i hit like De la hoya
out write any hip-hop author ya'll basic like tom Sawyer


so steep with each verse slay the weak first
watch em last for a season like some cheap shirts
faded in the wash the boss of beef drivin' a hearse
you know the flows a gift cause my life is a curse
tackle your earth invade your space me i'm raging worse





















nastyyyyy

[Mantra]

thanks for the love ya'll bronze and skamp!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Damn son u went in on this beat