Worlds Collide

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[Chorus] When our worlds collide, all your MCs will get fried If you in my way, then you ain't by my side So money, money (Hand up), always put your (Hands out) 'Cause we (So hot) Yes we (So, so hot) [Verse 1] Setting off smoke detectors 'cause you inspectors came with methods To put MCs out of school like asbestos in these sectors Come off the head like cheap wigs for freak kids, don't sleep thick My rhymes is potent so, uh, come and peep pigs I got some *cut* for your cat litter, I ain't your average rap figure Reconsider my rap's glitter with wack hitters Stay back critters, set sail sellers, I'm an intelligent fella I rock a style with crocodiles from Australia That claim they Dundee, "Good day, mate", I ain't the one, B I talk to [?] got knocked for miles out the country Do the Humpty humpy, my old flows tease like dildos Straight from your pillow, your career hype compares to willows [Verse 2] It's Swel Boogie, never decline, never acquitted Couldn't beat me if you were a hustler and thought that you was slicker 'Cause I'm quicker than the speed of light, invisible to the naked eye (Stronger) than the Man of Steel, not only that, my lyrics fly To save your mind, control the wisdom, my magic be terrific In the mind, pop brain, I'm just spontaneously gifted Full of talents and still learning, picking up form pioneers I take a lot of practice then I go and face my highest fears My fire spears throughout the galaxy, blazing who stands before me While you struggle in jealousy, while my goal [?] So my daughter listen and respond, take notes upon my diary And when I'm done, I hit it just in case someone is eyeing me [Chorus] When our worlds collide, all your MCs will get fried If you in my way, then you ain't by my side So money, money (Hand up), always put your (Hands out) 'Cause we (So hot) Yes we (So, so hot) [Verse 3: Freestyle] F-R-E-E-S-T You finish the rest, nevertheless, the MC is me Born highly corrosive, to burn's my ulterior motive Always explosive, now feel the superior [?] Flawless, you get ripped like ticket stubs Simply with mic skills, I'm keeping you off the wall Like old snowmobiles, your flow's no frills, stop getting 'em out the white can Y'all ready blame everything on me like some do to the white man (Aight) [?], I just take it in stride These referees too terrified to get me disqualified Not enough much pressure was applied, lead 'til he died but he tried Now I'm cleaning his body with formaldehyde He saw the other side, like Jekyll so Hyde But here's a thicker plot, when I speak, you know I spit it hot [Verse 4: Jise One] Jise One, tribulation aka [?] [?] down to Brixton Fungus [?] toe inside your anus [?] Styles is miscellaneous, contagious, you couldn't wait this [?] lyrical mutilaters still underrated And the shadows of the Arsonists affect you once you ancient Mated the good side with the bad side So now I'm traumatized, despise [?] the dark tide [Verse 5: Q-Unique] Q-Unique, grade A, R Rated S stands for Supreme the Omega, Never ending, Infinite Stretcher to the T, Top of the Set up Get up like I wakened to a loud sound Peoples giving props with the down pound Whoever would think my pen ink would bring me status Halfway up an average peak (He's got to be the maddest) Have this feeling I'll be appealing to the masses Microphone passes to the MC teaching classes Apply my reading glasses and skim the fine print Come close [?] dry skin was broken, coming up within Out the pocket like spare change for pen the handling [?] Property owned by government and living it [Chorus] When our worlds collide, all your MCs will get fried If you in my way, then you ain't by my side So money, money (Hand up) Always put your (Hands out) 'Cause we (So hot) Yes we (So, so hot) [Outro] Yeah, when our worlds collide MCs will get fried Hahahah (So hot) (So, so hot) (So, so hot) (So, so hot) Hahaha ASF setting fires Setting fires When our worlds collide MCs will get fried We walk the streets of whatever it is We get biz We go on stage, all y'all MCs wanna bring it, just come to us We don't front We do battle, we are MCs Yeah, and we support MCs, DJs and rap artists doing their thing That's sick of the nonsense going on
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Credits
- Writers
- Q-Unique
- Jise
- D-Stroy
- Swel
- Jise One
- Freestyle (Arsonists)