Lyrics

[Intro] Here need to testify [Verse 1] Am I dope or what? Like pharmaceuticals, brutal hard pseudo bro How I execute the flow, beautiful (beauty flow, beautiful) Long points for thoughts stands, so cover your heads like foreskin Before blinks (before blinks) The last part is simple The task was make it as a past participle My poetry is a hard one, a stark one A poet ahead of its time as if I depart from it I produce, we repent a loose leaf But if you choose beef it'll be loose teeth Or wind up in news brief Copy cats be getting treated the same as pimples Brains and temples getting "Popped!" plain and simple If yo brother spritz rhymes that you swallow ritz Either stall or bring out the planes like hollow-tips That rips his pads (it has beads!) None is as fast My style is ugly, it cracks the beat it half So if you are think of plan B for a bid and rip whack shit For a A plan, that's a hit (that's a hit) [Chorus from sample x2] Can I get Amen Can I get Amen Can I get Amen [Verse 2] I might do to the opposition something despicable Just pick a crew and I have them faces formin' like peek-a-boo To they deaths becomes ducks from shotgun bucks To nun-chucks to mics throwing you dumb (what?!) Styles more often superior, saying something inferior Pause pickin' out the coffin interior Much [?] each and every time that I write this in text The finest intents, heads'll need flight attendants My recital has 'em sufferin' a vital spasm In every portal with cytoplasm, homicidal chasm Surpass' em as another classic case The only one to go have 'em get casket space (Ever seen Baskin cakes?) Tryin to temper with my style like [?] And F alot of y'all, cause you got the same style and all Wanna copy the blueprints, damn nuisance You sense danger, better make tracks to cover your shoeprints No clues, hints And your idea sucks, tear ducts trickle blood As I tear ducked souls born in the physical A place to mourn and lay on a plant Player you ain't got a prayer, when I slay you So somebody say (somebody) [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] (hm-hm) I clear my throat, I spit out the phlegm now I split oppositions in half like a Gemini It's too difficult to mate 'em with a ultimatum That will result in mayhem and carnage and cataclysm The fact of the mannerisms (homicide) As a hollow-tip makin a homicide of my competitor's head Will give him the chrome-est fly To fly head-straight into Venus and whoever should intervene us Getting hooked up to a intravenous (yeah, uh uh) What I explain is heinous, my aim is maintain [?] drain Where maim is what the name of the game is Kick his ass so bad, his anus will be famous as Abus name is Mischievous flows disposing the previous foes So devious it goes my stereo and tv just froze in fright (in fright) On any chosen night, I flatten all High-top fades, dreads, afros in sight (afros in sight) It ain't even neat for a landing strip, cause when I fly ahead My opponents' brains will abandon ship I put yo head in a speedier flight than a meteorite You should probably get heinous comments in media hype You picked the wrong opposition, to go at it We can close on adequate money, give up cause you wouldn't even have quit (quit) I face the fury and the package that it came in I'm aiming to lay many flat, so pray and don't forget to (Amen, brother, Amen) Amen [Sample]