Fucksoundcheck

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My birth certificate reads: "Earth's most descriptive MC" My death certificate'll read: "I'm dead, quit listening to me" But while I'm here, I'll use the planet as a platform To plant panic in faggots and bash 'em with a mask on My stamina's twice more to boost I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars ensue From the mic lord your family likes more than you Your dad'll lynch when I nurse you to trauma 'Cause my ad-libs are iller than any verse you could conjure Megahertz will persecute you with honor Weathermen'll take it one step further and murder your momma Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom Shot 'em with rhythm. I don't get problems, I give 'em My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made So when I rock, what's not to like? I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write Your faction is nothing, you'll get chewed for the hell of it If rapping was fucking, your whole crew would be celibate Copywrite'll shit a million words before your first Sentence drops or before my double engine stops Whichever comes first, but I'm determined to serve y'all With permanent words, murdering germs By avoiding the most obvious methods My hobby is catching, and you can't dodge the Intrepid Tis the season I'll cease you breathing through your chest That's not a threat, it's the reason I was sent [Hook] Fucksoundcheck, the crowd wants it now Fuck sight, by scent I'll hunt you down There's 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing, 1 wheezing Anyone that diss O-H Town? I'm shitting on DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this? I'm shitting on When we on stage, shut up until my click is gone Show respect before your bitch is gone [Verse 2] Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3 You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me No camera can capture the essence A thousand years, nothing changed, Dracula never had a reflection Fuck rocking mics, I'm cracking domes With African Stones, my practice session's a classic alone Give me six minutes with teams to strip gimmicks I don't wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose Try again and get ate/8 4 times like 32 By a raw crew that'll battle all you With freestyles that result in thousand-dollar lawsuits Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard I evolve the practice of shit-talking to an art form And you're banned from the mic. I get more dap over The course of day then you'll see in the span of your life Damn right, but I got all day if y'all wanna learn The hard way, show y'all how a thunder god plays To sum it up, I'll kill you. I don't blame you For being wack, I'll blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles Battle? Y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals You ran, I launch rapid torpedos Now I'm dead on your ass like rabbit fur speedos God damnit, I laminate what I write After seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic I animate when I crawl right off the paper to cause random acts Of slamming a fan's axe dead in ya man's back My monstrous accomplice wants To stun fast with the promptness of a gun blast, I'm like Cement semen, I cum out the hardest And I won't scalp tickets to a concert, I scalp the artist [Hook] Fucksoundcheck, the crowd wants it now Fuck sight, by scent I'll hunt you down There's 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing, 1 wheezing Anyone that diss O-H Town? I'm shitting on DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this? I'm shitting on When we on stage, shut up until my click is gone Show respect before your bitch is gone