The Experiment

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mantra] My circuitry certainly saw the city convulse Kept my finger on the electromagnetic pulse Shock 'em with an injection of voltage Cold blooded, sittin', watchin' 'em panic in the jolts Little by little, I'm taking the world over With help from the spells I'm placing the world under Prodigal sun god, the boy wonder Mythological sound boy killer, bounty hunter Hear the sound of thunder Better [win wings?], whisper harrowing things As I inherent the heading of Hell's king Heir apparent to [tanned?] talent Twenty-two fangs and ten talons Eight extendable tentacles and many talents Holding the hammer of Thor in my detachable claws Battering y'all with the force of a jaguar's paws Metal with death, like Cannibal Corpse I keep my ear to the ground Y'all are just showing your character flaws I raise the roof, put a hole in the ceiling So when I'm raining above you, every one of you feel it They say the lyrics is [too techs?] So I step in the booth and let 'em shoot like two TECs Check it forever like a Beretta when I spit They're lucky I don't use real guns Because whenever I shoot, I never miss Adrenaline enter my cerebellum, centre my endoskeleton Messages to electrochemical resonance Like, keep talking, command the crowd to roar I'm like, brace yourself, fell out of pause All I need is a one liner, give me to the count of four And I'll assure every syllable in it is accounted for Come a long way, indeed, since back in the day, it seems I used to graze my knees, root for my favourite team Now I shoot laser beams, battle with great machines Chillin' with Tommy Thum and you know that he reigns supreme [Interlude: Tom Thum] Mantra, dropping pure science Tom Thum, back to the lab Mantra, dropping pure science Tom Thum Vocal weapon Savage on the session [Verse 2: Mantra] Think the mind is not insane? Think twice, spitting rhymes so tight You could swear I said the same thing twice It's d�j� voodoo music, you may have been right Just another day on mic, endangering lives The last man that tried to question the set I rep Died with an apple on his head, and an arrow in his neck I'm not kidding, my keys are in a bowl in the kitchen So if I'm going down, believe I'm going down swinging I ain't ever play a chorus by the book See, the pictures that I paint are too heavy for any hook All you rookies take a look at the footsteps You follow in, before you lose sight Of your personal point of origin [Outro: Mantra] Yeah you know the deal Mantra, Tom Thum on the reel No instruments, no samples No beat machine, no turntables Just two human voices on the track, y'all Yeah we do it like that, y'all Uh