Blood Sport

Lyrics

[Intro: Vordul Mega] Straight out of the depths of hell Straight out of the depths of hell Straight out of the depths of hell Reflect the set Ample voodoo wisdom, envisioning meta descriptions Straight out of the depths of hell Straight out of the depths of hell Straight out of the depths of hell Reflect the set And voodoo wisdom envisioning meta descriptions [Chorus: Vast Aire] I'm so beyond gats I'll stab you with an icicle, tell CSI to find that Then I'll toss you like Steven Seagal Ditch your makings in IMAX You better have a good rap If this was laser tag, you know I'ma have a good zap And there's a mirror too I'm the next me, I don't mirror you [Verse 1: Vordul Mega] I've seen this coming like Psychic Friends No Miss Cleo, no Dionne Warwick You're beyond stories, get put to an end Superman Neo, super Magneto Bend your physical like pilates Instruct the conductor of your kamikaze We're lunchroom veterans Getting them amped Tap dance on camps like Sammy Davis But our lyrical is serial killer, Jason Before carnage, next Wednesday favourite Graph-handed magic, spitting out glaciers Landslide the curb, you would face it Cann' Ox still says to watch your collar I hope in your crew you gots a doctor If not, either way, your bane gon' holla Next day, new dude Your dame gon' swallow [Chorus: Vast Aire] I'm so beyond gats I'll stab you with an icicle, tell CSI to find that Then I'll toss you like Steven Seagal Ditch your makings in IMAX You better have a good rap If this was laser tag, you know I'ma have a good zap And there's a mirror too I'm the next me, I don't mirror you [Verse 2: Karniege] In the streets we all gotta eat From uptown in cleats, pumping CDs Puff weed in streams Knowing the government watching us up in high beams Called satellites Eating all the llama beans when money folds Under fluorescent lights it turns on Listen to my moms, her lesson is life We go through it all the time Steady movement to keep the head tight Harvest Ls Enemy with the blues and white like Gargamel In the hill, spit, ravage Twist the cabbage Hop quick in the carriage Slam Cadillac doors Bass on blast, moving so fast In crooked caps and face jackets Got the hat backwards on Dutch Masters 'Erb and hashish from streets where they blast beats And I'm bumpin' [Chorus: Vast Aire] I'm so beyond gats I'll stab you with an icicle, tell CSI to find that Then I'll toss you like Steven Seagal Ditch your makings in IMAX You better have a good rap If this was laser tag, you know I'ma have a good zap And there's a mirror too I'm the next me, I don't mirror you [Verse 3: Vast Aire] I'm the best, there's no level after me This is Rap 101, you's blasphemy I got about twenty dudes that'a blast for me Pull their mics out and rain dance for me I'm new school son, you ain't see this before Stick my tongue out when I'm about the score I'm like twenty-three, or forty-five If you pass me the rock, I'm gonna get it live I get you six in a row But if you pass me the bat, we ain't gonna make no dough You wanna creep on me, you better tippy-toe I'm from the street That's where I learned my flow You're the first one to be like, "I know" But you don't It's sad to say what you won't Aight, something's gotta give 'Cause I got more flavour than ROYGBIV And I got more lyrics than Bae Bae's kids This is where Masta Ace was (Me in the biz) (I said it) Now you gotta deal with it Here's a little punch with no fruit in it [Chorus: Vast Aire] I'm so beyond gats I'll stab you with an icicle, tell CSI to find that Then I'll toss you like Steven Seagal Ditch your makings in IMAX You better have a good rap If this was laser tag, you know I'ma have a good zap And there's a mirror too I'm the next me, I don't mirror you