Look b****, you know I'm comin' tight.
So you can switch them hips from left to right all night
And won't nobody give a s***.
If you were sittin', I might ask you to stand
So you can take a load off your mind
'Cause the lyrics you kicked were so b***.
Your brain, it must be synonymous.
Wit' your behind the time
And you know your rhymin' sucked, black.
That's why I still can't figure out
Why the f*** he was all on my nut sack.
He was droolin' on the tool.
And who are you foolin', tryin' to act so cool?
And when it comes to the duelin',
Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin'.
"Oooh"'in and "ahhh"'in, really don't matter
As long as the rapper they know whose s*** is phatter.
And who should be beggin' the pardon for the disaster?
As I blast you into anti-matter,
Make you scream out "Uncle!" as I punk you with the funk.
Watch you buckle like a punk will, another chump killed.
As I chuckle, pumpin' steel through the steel
So that I can steal the show.
The bunk had no appeal,
Meanin' that I don't feel the whack.
Even when you be feelin' that.
No matter how slow ya go,
You still got no-thing to say
When skills are softer than clay matter.
C'mon man, that ain't where the cash is.
You must'a thought that pretty a** s***
Was gon' make some dough
On the strength of them promo pictures.
Ho, blow me down. I gets down.
That even if we go just one mo' round
And I'm from the 'O',
Challengin' you in your own g****** town.
And I know the homies gon' clown
When they hear the profound thoughts
And experiences applied
From my strife to the end of your life on this mic.
The years run off by the hour,
The aspirations flee with the years
As they get devoured with time.
Eventually, you will age and collapse.
What good are your raps if your synapses can't fire?
The rapid rhymin' and tactics that I can flash with
Automatically blastin' back and cappin' and laughin'
At all of this whack material that you brought.
Devoid of substance lackin', action between word and thought,
And perhaps it's best for e'rybody if we just cut short.
Silence, you itch, you l***.
Your breath is taken when you awaken
In the state of the shock.
Thoughts of ex-communication
And the implications of that situation
Racin' through your floggin', stopped up,
Noggin' as you're massagin'.
You're jarred, what's that you saw?
You try rememberin',
But it's foggier than fisherman's wharf
At six in the mornin', through the gloom of dawn.
Your doom is doomin' like the Moon.
You know when you'll be due
And you'll die and soon.
And when you die, your heart stops.
The brain is technically alive for three or four minutes
Digestin' the curse for the next 24 hours,
Give or take a smidgen.
Blood remains viable for several hours
And settles down once the body's downside
Is darker and you will mottle.
The grip of rigor mortis clenches its fist
And in two to six hours, relinquishes
Two to three days later. By this time,
The stomach is bloated with gaseous fumes.
Consumin' will blow s*** up, fo' sho'.
Oh by the way, the flesh decomposes fast.
Veins and skin turn blue, purple, green and black.
Nose and softer tissue turns to a jelly,
Consistency thicker than Jell-O.
Cornea of the eyes are no longer clear,
Sickly jaundiced yellow.
When you see and it softens,
Eyes they melt in their sockets.
Watch the skin pull away from the gum line,
Leavin' no lips. So what's left and a wicked grin.
Bacteria thrive, nightcrawlers fill no morrow,
Only hunger. Maggots arrived and now's devourin', decayed and sourin'.
But hey, really though, why even trip?
It ain't only the physical in which yo' consciousness exists.
And in the end, forensic details is about as important
As the gear your sportin'. So why even resist, ya trick?
You should desist and listen to the mix you're missin'
With the kicks that's****tin' in the midst of the mist
Into which your slippin'. The lights start to dimmin'
And the lesson of perfection you're witnessin' is the wreckonin'!
Winded old and you'll pop, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.
When you hear the mix, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.
When your heart lights up, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.
When you hear the lyrics, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.
So you can switch them hips from left to right all night
And won't nobody give a s***.
If you were sittin', I might ask you to stand
So you can take a load off your mind
'Cause the lyrics you kicked were so b***.
Your brain, it must be synonymous.
Wit' your behind the time
And you know your rhymin' sucked, black.
That's why I still can't figure out
Why the f*** he was all on my nut sack.
He was droolin' on the tool.
And who are you foolin', tryin' to act so cool?
And when it comes to the duelin',
Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin'.
"Oooh"'in and "ahhh"'in, really don't matter
As long as the rapper they know whose s*** is phatter.
And who should be beggin' the pardon for the disaster?
As I blast you into anti-matter,
Make you scream out "Uncle!" as I punk you with the funk.
Watch you buckle like a punk will, another chump killed.
As I chuckle, pumpin' steel through the steel
So that I can steal the show.
The bunk had no appeal,
Meanin' that I don't feel the whack.
Even when you be feelin' that.
No matter how slow ya go,
You still got no-thing to say
When skills are softer than clay matter.
C'mon man, that ain't where the cash is.
You must'a thought that pretty a** s***
Was gon' make some dough
On the strength of them promo pictures.
Ho, blow me down. I gets down.
That even if we go just one mo' round
And I'm from the 'O',
Challengin' you in your own g****** town.
And I know the homies gon' clown
When they hear the profound thoughts
And experiences applied
From my strife to the end of your life on this mic.
The years run off by the hour,
The aspirations flee with the years
As they get devoured with time.
Eventually, you will age and collapse.
What good are your raps if your synapses can't fire?
The rapid rhymin' and tactics that I can flash with
Automatically blastin' back and cappin' and laughin'
At all of this whack material that you brought.
Devoid of substance lackin', action between word and thought,
And perhaps it's best for e'rybody if we just cut short.
Silence, you itch, you l***.
Your breath is taken when you awaken
In the state of the shock.
Thoughts of ex-communication
And the implications of that situation
Racin' through your floggin', stopped up,
Noggin' as you're massagin'.
You're jarred, what's that you saw?
You try rememberin',
But it's foggier than fisherman's wharf
At six in the mornin', through the gloom of dawn.
Your doom is doomin' like the Moon.
You know when you'll be due
And you'll die and soon.
And when you die, your heart stops.
The brain is technically alive for three or four minutes
Digestin' the curse for the next 24 hours,
Give or take a smidgen.
Blood remains viable for several hours
And settles down once the body's downside
Is darker and you will mottle.
The grip of rigor mortis clenches its fist
And in two to six hours, relinquishes
Two to three days later. By this time,
The stomach is bloated with gaseous fumes.
Consumin' will blow s*** up, fo' sho'.
Oh by the way, the flesh decomposes fast.
Veins and skin turn blue, purple, green and black.
Nose and softer tissue turns to a jelly,
Consistency thicker than Jell-O.
Cornea of the eyes are no longer clear,
Sickly jaundiced yellow.
When you see and it softens,
Eyes they melt in their sockets.
Watch the skin pull away from the gum line,
Leavin' no lips. So what's left and a wicked grin.
Bacteria thrive, nightcrawlers fill no morrow,
Only hunger. Maggots arrived and now's devourin', decayed and sourin'.
But hey, really though, why even trip?
It ain't only the physical in which yo' consciousness exists.
And in the end, forensic details is about as important
As the gear your sportin'. So why even resist, ya trick?
You should desist and listen to the mix you're missin'
With the kicks that's****tin' in the midst of the mist
Into which your slippin'. The lights start to dimmin'
And the lesson of perfection you're witnessin' is the wreckonin'!
Winded old and you'll pop, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.
When you hear the mix, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.
When your heart lights up, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.
When you hear the lyrics, you cease to exist.
Terror in your eyes and a smile on your lips.