Famous Last Words

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor] Step right up, step right up and listen close Fuck the beef and just let the pot roast Some shorties try to high-post, I box 'em out Puff blunts and drink private scotch and stout. I gots No doubt to let the flow out my windpipe I make you clap, clap your hands like Twin Hype I keep my stems ripe, puffing on a peace pipe Quick, fast like grease light, I'ma recite Rhymes and reignite the mic when the beat strike It get me hype when y'all punks try to beat-bite Tight lyrics that I write is out of sight Like a satellite. You can't battle right, grab the mic tight You're loose like cellulite. I can tell you might be the type To bite, enormous appetite. All y'all rappers bite, unite And form like parasites and swarm like locusts in the night With the focus to bite. I take flight and rise the Fahrenheit [Verse 2: Building Block (AKA Block McCloud)] Arms locked in combat, bombs locked on target Armed, Block'll march while the foes are bombarded Archrivals stifled by the likes of bayonet Slice your face and neck, lace the set, collect—pay your debt Place your bet. Stakes is high, jakes chase my jet If grazing heads don't make 'em pets, son, wake the dead Got butt-naked snakes in bed, afraid to take my bread I fucked Mother Nature, made her ten acres spread And ain't break a sweat, flowing like period on the 28th Of Mayhem, I'll make sense that's worth a pennyweight Evacuate, this track'll make you chickenheads ejaculate You can't imaginate. My fire'll make your flow evaporate Set the date, step to the square. I'll scare your record straight Defecate in your mouth and house you like Section 8 Reiterating these litigations will leave a bitter taste In your flow, some middle-aged men obliterating [Hook: Building Block and (Mr. Metaphor)] I could burn you, I could learn you something vital, I could earn Your title (Famous Last Words) I could defeat you, beseech you to retreat Delete you (Famous Last Words) Son, I'll blast you, I'll smash you, point my gat at you Bless you (Famous Last Words) I'm the toughest, bragging, puffing drags with eight heads in a Duffle bag (Famous Last Words) [Verse 3: Building Block (AKA Block McCloud)] Emcees scared of B-Squared, my style's intimidating They mimic me timidly, simulating my Symmetry, claim they're innovating. I sin like Satan Breaking their fall with flames (Disintegrating!) Winner taking it all in vain, Main Line generating Dollars and followers at the same time. They Call my name, hollering in the Hall of Fame. I shine Like halogen, got it locked with ball and chain Y'all all remain minute, I dilute your potency No emcee could halt or alter my future [Verse 4: Mr. Metaphor] One, two, skip to my Lou as lyrics Swerve through. I'll house you like a curfew Curse you, I hit you off with a hex. I got more TEC than Apex that spray necks—yo, fuck safe sex. You get Suplexed up in my two-story duplex Your rhymes are rejects pulled down like V-necks. Yo, who next To take a fall? I stake 'em all in their heart. I'm way smart I went to Kmart and stole a go-kart, went up the Flow chart. When the show start, I cause a ruckus With rhymes Long like Island from Nassau or to Suffolks I stuff chicks like tough dicks caught in the mix, I depict A dizzy flow to leave you seasick, you'll flee quick If I Ruled the world, my first to free would be Rick. Ayyo, my Rhymes is mad fat, my mic's bulemic, your style's anemic My scenic visions cycle like the one in prisms My rhymes is larger than any tiny microorganisms Metaphor has risen over the top. I kick the Ancient bebop, Pump like a Reebok, see through more eyes Than a peacock. I'll leave you as the laughingstock, I'm gassing Flocks of emcees who blasting Glocks in their rhyme. In due time I'll reach my true prime—def/deaf like pantomime. As I Chant a rhyme, you can't deny my plan to plant your mind inside My pocket. The lyric pilot keep you in a cockpit I rock shit or fucking box it, I'm highly toxic poison I make more noise than a Bach orchestra, I'm stalking ya Follow my road, I'm forking you to the path, so, yo Tell a friend, tell a foe, tell a ho Tell any fellow. I Do it Right like Danny Aiello I'm coming at you like a hello-copter Chopped ya. You couldn't hold a mic if I spot ya [Hook: Building Block and (Mr. Metaphor)] I could burn you, I could learn you something vital, I could earn Your title (Famous Last Words) I could defeat you, beseech you to retreat Delete you (Famous Last Words) Son, I'll blast you, I'll smash you, point my gat at you Bless you (Famous Last Words) I'm the toughest, bragging, puffing drags, stuffing eight heads in a Duffle bag (Famous Last Words)