Antidote To Da Antidope

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I pound, bounce, the powder of booty powerplants Overpowering sunlight with pure radiance I inherited the earth since the genesis Enforced the wonder like in Alien, in the wilderness But that's cool, that's like rude nature taught me harmony Plus the utmost love for Jah's creation Balancing is the key to strive and maintain For example, extinct animals and the full chain Gets out of sync, so just think It's the same thing now. We need predators to kill, all sick Lame style, before diseases infest The whole industry like whackness Acquired through vocal rhyme deficiency Often carry their mics when it passes through MCs All who grabs it broke down in rashes And it's not this within the next 24 hours It'll swell and explode just like nuclear power So before the reactor melts down my main factor Is a cap ya, re-slap ya and cap ya Slap ya and jack ya When I feel the need to put MCs in check My style's come more direct than verbal sex on the internet Interlocking leaks like chains Interchanging lanes, destroying every spot I land on like acid rain Trains the thought, de-tract from the railway God's Gift blocks a whack style that comes my way I think I'm back to karate You can ask that Mexican who told me to kick back my outtakes So I kicked him, roundhouse comminating with sweets Rounding out with spins, bringing my knees to his chin, to finish him [talking] No whack MCs [Chorus] The antidote to the anti-dope is to get the rope And hang a rapper by the throat I gut some open, to see what's in them (What's that?) Whack rhymes and a pound of -ism [Verse 2] Yo! Who said that I wasn't living proof of a thorough MC Couldn't be, further from the truth, wonderfully I set your guys credibility and jealousy I tolerates no rivalry The jumpers on hip-hop, it's creativity And show skills, whether it be real or fantasy So I choose to be a vocabulary warlord When wackness pops its ugly head, my words chop it like a sword And post-lyrical wasteland bore your eyes just to execute you Poor excuse for a soldier and there's nowhere to turn to When I say drop the mic you do that, cause in rap I own you React at will, but still never forget that; God's Gift is a scientist. You're just a lab rat! [Talking] Sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker [Chorus] The antidote to the anti-dope Is to tie your limbs, each into a horse Like Indian torture So the boys rips your body into five different sections Stepping to reorder [Verse 3] I heard your style's clearly a waste of free will We're still freedom of speech wasted under no skill So what it boils down to, shut it if you don't cut it You, vowel insidious maggot Poor excuse for an MC south, crap busting whack flows Get rid of these deliveries, that suck like black holes The remedies to this is God's Gift attack swift Next to me, rise in the wing, God don't exist It's futile to call on God's name when your lifestyle is disgusting If I'm lying, I'm gyring, don't trust him Anti-friends are like anti-Christ Deceptive, greedy and selfish. We're alive! [Outro] [Talking] (That's what I'm sayin') Like the order restorer. (Yes!) (Jah bless y'all with truth) The real antidote! (The real answer to the truth) The real answer's the family, (From the pure order proof) Jah bless all, Jah bless all, (Jah bless us all) Let's go! (We don't stop) "That's 1.21 Gigawatts!!"