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Preparations laid in for the one day of sin
droppin omelettes on the chins of hoes from the bargain bin
Like Redman said, "Time, time for some action!"
Workboots on so I roll with the maximum traction
It?s the main attraction, teabag saggin, never flacid,
Spitin rhymes on niggaz like it was battery acid
The most requested and the most hated downtown
We're like the two Tupac's cause we get around
Fuck your red nose, do I look like a broke clown
Get your head out of that ass, you might hear my sound
The two villainous venomous contracts have come in
M-a-double-T and D.P. flossin this Saturday of sin
Intergalactic, sounds like your back with the vengeance
Or is it just insecurity with intelligence
The lack there of, even if you sleep with a thesaurus
Your rhymes are weak like Sponge Bob, openly porous
You ooze and leak the prophetic stink
Of every hairy arse like you, the missing link
I think you should jump back and watch your step
Or come out lookin like you were rode hard, put away wet
At one time we were united, the whole game was excited
Returned from hiatus, and it seems you have decided
To change course, fury in a new direction
Coming at me? You best blast your own reflection
Before you get burnt, more lessons yet to be learned
Same for me, coalitions should be better discerned
And earned instead of granted, my words are heavy-handed
Leave scars in the places where my punches have landed
Permanently you will bear witness to the fitness
Of my verbal agitation, cut you down with the quickness
My immortal blade coming at you from every angle
You never thought it would come to this, but here we tangle
Wrangle your hands but my Apocalypse will stand
As testament to the rule of one man on the land
Leave you branded, forever wear my mark
Everyone will see the weakling that Lyricist ripped apart
From my throne survey the devastation on your face
Quivering at the knees, realize this is only a taste
Of my power unleashed, how far can I reach
Deadly and venomous when cornered, I must proceed
To the aftermath fire reigns down, wherever you travel
The forked tongue in flames, cut down for the babble
Reduced to nothin all because you came back frontin
I always go for the touchdown, you always just puntin
But for lingering, Im guilty of the triple-twelve style
So I give the floor back to wanna-be 8-mile
And let him blow some more Shady all over this stack
Or are you too busy with the Mr. Marshall Mathers nut sack?
If I use big words incorrectly will you that think I'm smart?
Will my poetic vicissitudes bifurcate your heart?
Do I bring you pain, brain drain, think rap's inane and far from clever?
I might be it's true, but when have you really listened to Eminem, never
Because if you had you'd know that he's a linguistic master
Multi-syllabic rhymes rollin' out quick, then faster
Lyrics so intense rollin' right off of his brain not the page
I haven't seen his match not in this day and age
So criticize all you want spout your superior mantra
Meanwhile we'll be spittin' free flowing verse like Sinatra
That's right he was composin' spoken word flows way back in '45
Blue eyes and the rat pack keepin' the jive alive
But rap's a black thing, and you given props to white guys in suits?
Perhaps you forget that even jazz and rock have African roots
But your question is a medication I refuse to inject
Your melanin fixation I categorically reject
So what if I'm the only rapper not all hung up on my race
No need to apologize or brag, for such discourse I have no taste
To me the problem is not who did what when to who,
It's continually focussing on our differences instead of something new
Yes I think if I ignore the problem it will go away
Movin' on from the skin to the common things we have to say,
Racism is being so focussed on what doesn't matter
Let's forget the outside, our hearts make the same patter
But I prove myself a hypocrite 12 lines is way two much
I'm moving on I'm done, back in gear let off the clutch
Oh wait I forgot, no stick here it's an automatic transmission
Through the microphone, sound waves project to mind a vision,
of a God given mission, dissipate the superstition,
flippin' the receptor switch to the "on"position
My retreat from sabbatical's been long overdue
Throw the beat, so mathematical, like aphex twins do
Now the music's pumpin, I must reveal my rant
It's got to do with something showin above that teen girl's pants
Girl I don't want to see your thong pulled all up on your back!
That thing must be all brown and crusty from ridin in yo crack
That don't make nobody think you're sexy, maybe just a slut
Leave crack to strung out bums and quit showin me your butt
Maybe I just don't have the fecal fascination all of ya'll do
But I always thought butts were better suited for producing poo-poo
Than for hangin a 'help wanted' sign on, you know?
It's all comin off anyways if you're gonna get laid, why you gotta let it show?
Save the punchline till after the joke Save the G-string for the final note
Ya'll are making me choke Believe me I'm less than stoked
I can't imagine how I'd feel if you was my daughter
Shoot, it ain't like that crap even makes you look any hotter
I just don t wanna even think about what's runin down your leg
Underwear's there for a reason ladies, enough said
Too many clock ticks and poorly sampled clips
have passed into this, the time of the eclipse
When the dead must arise, swords swing from the samurai
needles of death take flight into your eyes
It is I who will lead, Master and Commander
punishing the wicked, weak bitches must surrender
to the power that I have in me, now unleashed
Sit on the edge of your seat, the lessons that I teach
are not my own but I perfect the Art of War
photosynthesize the light and drop bombs at your core
opening the door to the light, all for the greater cause
eliminate the venom that you spread without pause
in violation of the laws, i go through your glass jaws
leaving you like a pussy cat without your claws
Gentle giant, deadly like Ebola virus
Alpha and Omega, dominant like Osirus
Niggaz tire us with everlasting banter
Spirits moved and locked up, a hulk like Bruce Banner
Can I be moved to anger, charge my chi
B-b-blast holes in niggaz methodically
Bring your Deuteronomy, you never silence me
I rips the mic BlackBeard style, get paid in 7 Cs
Before Ill make an appearance, bitch boy
Havin ya party chump Slant the rocks Bok Choy
Old Roy, call me a dog, I shit on ya lawn
While you screamin at the cops, flip the bird, a long yawn
Gotz more John than old Sean, Jamaican bitch
Shake ya own thing, niggaz with the 7 year itch
On ya jock, ya likes to talk, but you dont hear me tho
Snipin bitches like Wesley, Demolition row
So here I sit like a jumper on the ledge
People questioning my mind, so close to the edge
Traitors all of them, so I give my pledge
My oath, my honor, my sanity won't clear this hedge
Its likes a wedge,
in my mind, I fall behind,
gifted, uplifted, I see the sign
a one-way to ticket to box of pine
the chills run down my spine
all the voices whine, no good deeds done in kind.
Newspaper clipping is all you see,
another young life ends in tragedy,
to see the rest of the story "please turn to page 3"
And family's all crying "Just let it be"
I can't speak for the IKC, but let it be known
I sure as hell never had any guy, not one for bone
I think it's funny you ask, in your ass, flesh trombone
must be something you like to play from your tone
You still experience the disconnection, closer inspection
has you in direct violation and out of my protection
it's true we keep steppin, just over newbies like you
you're tryin to blaze up, but your a smoked out fool
you offer no resistance, though I think you're gettin better
still not ready for prime time against my rap shredder
so I'll keep the power pulled back on my verbal attack
or else I'd smoke you so hard your ass is just charred black
remnants, there's little, yo let me get my fiddle
the smallest in the world, playing for you, D-Piddle
Since I accepted the alliance, I prepare the weird science
to blow up any little bitch that test me in defiance
Hit you with the wicked bitch slap, full hand crack
the sound of jaw bones breakin, head whippin back
and I'm still holding back as we smoke the fat sack
Want some cheese with your whine, time to pack
up your worthless style and attempts to break through my shit
you don't pass the physical, scrub, cause you just aint fit
to attack or defend, just when you've reached the end
I bring you back to life, restored, to do it over again
Ever had a guy your barely knew?
A guy that hangs out with you once,
him and his big nappy ass do,
yet he tries to step sittin day and night,
Just tryin to write a few lyrics lookin for a fuckin fight,
makes me wonder what alliances have been made,
aint no thang though, I'll roll your ass like a joint kick back and BLAZE,
who's given who head these days,
Well the beds been made, so prepare to lay there,
I'll chop down that bitch ass all day i don't care,
Again i gotta say WTF is up with that hair,
So raise up of your momma's tit
since you wanna come up and talk shit
And diss me and act like you the best it gets
But then when I drop an ill bomb, where are ya? your gone
Disappear not to hear another verse or a song
From either of you, neither of you
Get serious, you couldn't get rid of me
I'm your alter ego, your hyde to your jekyle,see
Matter of fact, the Real bitch is who'll be leaving
After the beating that I give you from this reading
Feeding time is over, it's time to clear house
Get the fuck out and stay out or else you'll get played out
Fade out of existence, out of mind, out of time
Fucker ain't no way your shit is better than mine
Quick to duck and dodge all ya rappers bullshit
no bother for the fly swatter you empty bitches never hit
dispense the golden words and i'm countin out dead presidents
while you scratch your heads saying 'Does this shit make any sense?'
Hesitant to start a hundred years war
have it get out of control and slaughter more and more
of the weak and unarmed that come on here to test
amateurs grabbin playskool mics, try to beat the best
lest you get a shot off, i catch your blanks in the air
bag a bitch in the trunk, strap you to the electric chair
My rules roll heads, rasta white boys with dreads
bald bitches get fed the 50 cal lyrical lead
can't rhyme worth shit, barely able to hold a fuckin mic
riding uphill to rap battles on your brand new trike
so let me give you some assitance...psych!
maybe if you spit out one fuckin verse that I like
and I'm phonin Vanilla Ice, took his digits off your speed dial
callin him, Marky Mark, and Eminem from 8 mile
tellin Ice and Marky you try to steal their lame style
and Eminem to shoot the shit off your fuckin dog pile
that you call a response, nothin but constantly stolen lyric
I kicks Copperfield on your ass, have you disappearin
and magically reappear with a gang of fags up your rear
say hello to your dad, its all smoke and mirrors, right?
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