Fear No MCs

Lyrics

[Verse 1] These styles are compelling In acapella plus instrumentally ill, fuck what you Sentimentally feel, I got skills sent to mentally kill Brother emcees, I select the dot, it's only correct if I Rectify the matter so that all heads could expect the fly Projected by sadistic thoughts transmitting 'til every man Spitting up blood and me and His-Panik is hundred-grand-splitting So plan quitting 'cause when I stand bitten, hitting, and your freestyle's In heron, I take a stand shitting. Yo, that ain't there kidding My skills'll leave just about any emcee flabbergasted Grab a casket and save all that drama and jibber-jabber, bastard You's another fatality that the antagonist Tolls up while tagging his toes up for a quick burial When in stereo, I reach brothers' souls, preach of disposed foes Biting each other's flows and leave 'em bleeding like bleach-color clothes My attacks king, crack spleens through yellowbacks clean Calling me wack seems harder than grabbing AIDS vaccines Your ass wack, screams when I make blood spill again while kicking Your ass to the curb like a spectator at Bud Billiken Your flows'll never grow to ripe, so blow the pipe of this prototype Flow to snipe, clean-up in aisle five, got some blood and flow to wipe [Hook] Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") [Verse 2] Getting my whole card of clout pulled? That shit is doubtful. I'm 'bout Full of ducks that just wanna shout bullshit lyrics on every Mic he gets. Whatever 'Kill strike, he wets, most likely vets So death [?] getting they fucking [?] all on they Nike sweats You getting check minus the stubs and loot, you substitutes Getting done over dubs and loops, I love disputes, so if you fucking Scrubs'll shoot a diss direct at me, aim better than your piss Trajectory, pussies like you'll get tooken out like hysterectomies You're on my nuts tighter than cheapskates for keepsakes My flows get all you publishers clearing house like the sweepstakes My clinically ill flows chemically still wet your gimmicky skill If I'm so wack, nigga, why the fuck you persist to mimic me still? A semi could kill, epidemic until competition is as Hardly found as hair on the fucking head of Charlie Brown, but Eventually, I cremate him and burn, creating My urn for dumping all of his ashes and simmered flesh And skin and tissue when I diss you 'cause fucking with the best Ain't beneficial, and from the looks of this ass-whooping, it's been official [Hook] Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") [Verse 3] When verbals of the likes accost him, niggas that's microcosm Don't know half the pain, touching the fucking mic'll cost him [?] and I see [?] I'm the last nigga, I'll throw a face, I show a grace and skill That'll kill at a fast or slower pace, my flow'll waste 'em Down to the letter whether it's capital or lowercase, so I'll fuck your flows 'til eternity stops, put that bitch In maternity tops, it's my turn to see props as emcees'll Eternally rot and externally got burned up and started When it's infernally hot, verbal cataclysm data is Embedded when my style switches fast, so after you lose I'll rub it in like nut on a porno bitch's ass Challenger, what? If a nigga forty tried, the fortified Done make your ass hang it up quicker than Jordan did 45 So record me live, analyzing my rhymes are serpentine To interpret, mad bitch, you better off swallowing turpentine Follow every [?] and find competition of all [?] Dress up in cross-drag, you fucked up trying to force flag I'm breaking dicks up like divorced fags. G, the only place You getting five mics is up the ass, not a Source mag [Hook] Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees on this planet As far as I'm concerned ("I'm the best, God damn it") Vakill fears no emcees, no emcees (No emcees) No emcees on this planet ("I'm the best, God damn it")