Panoramic

Lyrics

[Intro] Workout time again On Point Studio We just up in here, me and Snipe, man We gon' workout a little bit, for this Makin' Enemies project Spit some rhymes for my homies that like that kind of stuff [Verse 1] I'm puttin' panoramic cameras out so I can scan and scout The planet and channel out the man endowed in me and his spouse I live in a ceramic house That I damage substantially when I'm spoutin' high powered showers of sledge hammers out My anger and manic bouts are tantamount I can't account nothing prior to me landing here via Trans-Atlantic route A man of clout yet my sanity stands in doubt 'Cause I ran throughout the land, feeding ferocious animals hand-to-mouth Powerful numbers left these cowards to wonder Calendar date scrambler, New Year's is now in the summer I'm in the big leagues, you diss me and I'ma blitz you with quick speed And rip you like that pissed tiger did the partner of Siegfried See you don't want it with none of us I'ma bust 'til the contents of your stomach's crushed and lookin' just like sonic slush Impossible shots I hit Five mic passes equal five assists when I get hot as Peja Stojaković [Break] Yeah, hand me that water, man Like I say we just in here working out Puttin' a little something together, man K-Rino, Big Snipe in the building, man Let me load up with this second verse real quick, y'all Watch [Verse 2] I practice stomping out weak circles And fifty pound ankle weights leaping vertical over five feet hurdles See me defying logic, that's an easy one Picture AR-15 rifle bullets releasing from a BB gun And when these weapons emerge, you'll understand I'm better with words Swatting your head like a Federer serve You're flatulent and dense so I've been coming at you since I can fake throwing a jab and make a statue flinch When I'm running it, no one can accomplish it I'm the wondrous flame that keeps becoming lit with no candlestick under it There's no chance of imagining or matching my acumen For tapping into deep areas average men ain't rappin' in Verses be worded thoroughly, it might take an eternity To interpret and determine literal from hyperbole After these third degree burns that he first received he learned to be courteous Still I imperviously charged him a service fee, woo! [Chorus] Now I'm tryna figure out what I'ma eat tonight All this rappin' done made me hungry, man Gotta get some nourishment in my body 'Cause if I collapse on the mic, won't be no third verse But I'm just playin', here ya go, check it [Verse 3] Enlist artillery in my facility The skill in me makes building something silly really a mental impossibility I will agree to killer spots a feeling me I'm fast and agile so call me by my new name, Velocigility The streets lookin', that's why I keep pushin' Don't need a bat, I had a blood skeetin' and gushin' from beatin' you with a seat cushion Completely still yet I steady creep Lyrical anesthesia settles deep so you pass out while you already 'sleep Kill again when big hand meets little hand Catch you standing in between two other dudes and eliminate the middle man You cats is playin', you ought to be ashamed for this For falling out the game as quick and decades later I remain this dangerous I blink my eyes and I'm energized A hundred percent of me flies out even when I only give 25 Climbing the highest stairway Smoke mics like cigarettes and mash 'em out in a cat's face like it's an ashtray [Outro] Like it's an ashtray, haha Boys be asking me a lot of questions, mane Some I be wanna answer, some I don't be wanna answer But I will say this I love spittin' these lyrics for y'all And I'll leave it at that Let's go home