Migraine (Almighty Dust Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Like this! We're gonna take it back to the golden age Edan, buss it [Sample: Eric B. & Rakim - Lyrics of Fury] The pain's a migraine every time ya think [Verse 1] Migraine assault or halt a slug that tries To catapult above my lyrical exercise Critical pesticides will rest inside your legs Chest and eyes, giving excess demise To those who pose a threat, I'm so deceptive Schemes of rhyme climb, finally flows connected Don't neglect it once, flows corrected dunce Who's interpretaion of elevation is a quest for blunts And herbs, punching nerds Dead in they headpiece, repetitive MCs I fed 'em a leadpiece consisting of tongue twisting Hollow tips that penetrate their hypothalamus For trying to follow this long and windy road That leads to cerebal kids to try and decode My speech patterns, someone interrupts my train of thought I leave Saturn, teleport back to the streets Mad and depressed from the stress that reality brings Stay away from saturation sort of like a calorie thing I battle myself with the lights off, on my T La Rock If you were my nuts, you'd love yourself, 'cause you would be the jock That you ride, more flavour then sodium chloride I bust your platinum plaque, in flodium floride In the gums of chums who brush to crush germs And don't have bust jerks and work on crush grooves And flush dudes down the toilet for acting shitty When I ain't producing, rhyming or cutting, I'm smacking titties Or acting silly, I tend to smash committees Who come half committed and dumb surpass your city With one passionately comprised verse, your eyes hurt When I made a snack of your brain, I ordered fries first [Sample: Eric B. & Rakim - Lyrics of Fury] The pain's a migraine every time ya think I haunt if you want the style I possess I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest [Verse 2] MCs are dog shit terrible I walk with bearable flows that evolve into hysterical throws Of rage, I chose a page that arose from the olden days And put your face in a molten glaze Behold the maze, it is a result of phrases Ultimatums are made when the culture stays In phases that keep vultures paid Amazing cultivations leave 'em dazed and ultrawasted I open up my vault of statements The hall, the weightless And catapult abrasive basement tapes Into the faces of your basic fakes Basic training making sure my frames in shape Refraining from fracturing the Freudian fragments of my brain Train rhyme is giving 'em sodium tablets for nutrients You three in the corner (oughta) oughta (oughta) be a- Shamed of yourselves like squirts of diarrhea Missing the toilet, pissing on foiled pests Meditate at pedal pace to let the thugs uncoil best I hoist fresh voice networks to let jerks know They can't enter the exploits of an expert I exert forces to make your head and neck work Or shift in accordance with a beat that's undistorted In fact it's crispness, G Rap's lisp recieved faxes Containing blueprints of my vocal axis Poking axes causing more than a mind strain My knowledge or wisdom a lyrical rhythm'll give 'em a migraine And all you weak MCs will catch a mega-penis Like that! [Sample scratched: Eric B. & Rakim - Lyrics of Fury] The pain's a migraine every time ya think It's only one capable, breaks the unbreakable Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unescapable