Blac-O-Teric

Lyrics

[Intro] All aboard Watson and Holmes Watson and Holmes [Verse 1: Blacastan] Now when you in it, spit it Notice that it's lava every time you get it Rhyming by crimes committed, knowing that you never did it Fraudulent, phony fakers, look at all my homie's faces Choke you with white laces, lawyers that beating cases Rolling with smoking aces, watches and kinetic braces Y'all niggas basic, I'm flying in the flyest spaceship No time for wasting while I'm tryna crack this combination No more procrastinating, I know y'all all been waiting Often been imitated, but never duplicated Pharaohs and genuine article that has never faded Underpromised, overdelivered everything that we slayed On the real though? I'm happy all my niggas made it Watson and Holmes plus one third of the Czar I murder you all, Apocalypse Now like Robert Duvall Please don't hold your breath while you waiting for us to fall You just an actress while I stand Galactus tall [Verse 2: Esoteric] Yo, I earned the title of most homicidal rapper upon arrival I bomb the battles, strong as the rhino You're boring like a long recital I'm exciting like watching a tiger maul a politician My word is bond, it's final, listen to precision You be spitting verses in my face Thinking that's a sound decision Like you turning down the bass I'm a pyromaniac, my rap's burning down the place My plan: to put you in a crypt that's word to Outerspace Crypt [?] and presents - that means I'm super gifted You can hear the track and tell we futuristic By the way the Stu had flipped a banger after banger My anger, I can't retain, my lane is Bruce Banner I'm reacting to the game I can body a verse or put your body in bags My hands'll beat that eye puffy like an Arctic attack Blacastan and Eso, damn it's special, every line we spit Designer shit, rhyming with a psycho killer's manifesto [Verse 3: Esoteric] Ralphie on my back, Forces on my feet Bars come at the mouth leaving bodies in the street Yo, I torture every beat like Chinese water I'm that type of slaughter, AOTP Bloody murder on your tape recorder Pugilistic, you too simplistic while we brutal with it Step in the arena, get crushed, you think that Guru spitted The ruler with it, spit a verse in the throne In the zone you fronting money like a personal loan [Verse 4: Blacastan] Invading your homes, the missiles attached to miniature drones Straight to the dome Blac-O-Teric on a case with pens, stitches and [?] Specs they shoot lasers, Blade Runners and mazes, yup And spit a hundred, since they had small faces Beat cops that chase us, we won't stop but taze us Two superheros who marvelously amaze Spitting bars for days that have you spinning like waves