Contact

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Nautilus - "Contact" [Emcee(s): Kaos and Mad] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Verse 1: Kaos] Cascade from the Sun as the venomous flavor lay strung Straight from the lung to a razorblade tongue (Yo, that was real) But, shit, it should have been a century back. Those who are Mentally strapped now will eventually snap (True) Snakes rise from baskets—you can check it, explore it, pass it But do not ignore the facet I'm def-er than boric acid When it infiltrates, your temple shakes, leaving Memories distorted, though no injuries reported You know the ill schemеs of high beams and guillotines On the for rеal, I hear the screams from the Philippines Rupture your dental when professional perspective flip It's fundamental, yo, that questional selective shit Now what you facing? Complications get emotional No time for wasting, conversation nonnegotiable Doubters and provers know antagonist can snatch the profit Counter-maneuvers could be hazardous and catastrophic Those who are used to this say Kaos can prevail daily Suppose a crucifix can help you if you Hail Mary Putting my genocide/gin aside, you know I get melodic, right? The unidentified, phenomal, Kaotic type When I communicate, I cover like a sewer plate See me and Hawk me like Seattle when I 'lluminate Check your division. Intuition brings precision, but My mysticisms, yo, can fuck your whole religion up For those who might incline, you're tipsy, but believe me, lord No calling psychic lines or gypsies moving Ouija boards It's just an entity that tags on you mentally Contact! Draw the flag, take the penalty [Hook: Kaos, (Mad), and {Sample from Nas - "It Ain't Hard to Tell"}] (x2) {"The mic is contacted"} when speaking on the topic of being Intoxicated (by verbal narcotic) {"The mic is contacted"} when we drop gems you can feel (From your melon to your Timbs on the real) [Verse 2: Mad] While others are prisoners to sonic incarceration I transcend through amplitude of frequency modulations My rhymes inflict something wicked when they spray, brain Decay got me flipping, drowning rigid in the bay. I lay Every line like borough cement, causing a microphone To tilt, creating empires like the Romans built My scripture's lifted. I roll it up and make a spliff, inhale My verbal gift prevails, rating tens on every Richter scale This shit is drama, no part of it is comedy I gotta get away, hit you riding on the chronic leaf And atom-bomb a beat, releasing mega potent stimulants Mad adrenaline in circles, see? Now you're vertical With no thanks to Mountain Dew, I'm spitting shanks when bouncing through A track, the impact is like you smoked an ounce or two I'm in your headphones, my verse is bound to blow your bubble off But the high boomerangs, I catch you slow with double force I'm high octane, I clot brains and veins, the pain Remains, you're lame, game niggas can't maintain They're quick to vanish, they didn't manage to discover I'm Inflicting damage, leaving niggas Shrinking like I'm Rick Moranis My method's on the D.L., I keep it top-secret Plans of overthrowing me? (Enlist the bitch in shock treatment) The long-term goal is to construct a sick trend Transmit my flow within, make you rupture BIC pens Even plot in shackles, I'll leave 'em hole-y/holy like tabernacles With shattered Snapples in their Adam's apples when bladders travel Making punks bleed. Triple the strength of skunk Weed when I bomb tracks—catch the contact [Hook: Kaos, (Mad), and {Sample from Nas - "It Ain't Hard to Tell"}] (x2) {"The mic is contacted"} when speaking on the topic of being Intoxicated (by verbal narcotic) {"The mic is contacted"} when we drop gems you can feel (From your melon to your Timbs on the real)