When the mic is near me, you`ve got every right to fear me
So ahead of my time not even a psychic hears me
When his hand drops my brain unlocks
And you`re dodgin this insane assault, I wouldn`t entertain the thought
Battle scars I`ll leave you stuck with it
My style`s like a pussy with AIDS, you don`t wanna fuck with it
Non believers who won`t accept we`re the hottest, sleep on us
And wake up in flamed tore up pajamas
Your thought`s weak, move on,
I change your heartbeat from twelve BPMs to the speed of a Luke song
If you even puke wrong your career`s sold I`m too strong
I can hold Jupiter with my earlobes
I`ll pull out some shit I wrote when I was seventeen
it`s so ?impious? to shit you wrote a week ago
I`m timeless, priceless; you rhymeless, micless
Bottom line I`m the nicest
My I.Q. doubles when in times of crisis
And my mind`s as sharp as this razor you bout to get sliced with
All day during eternity. Always
Copywrite seven eight will echo through hells hallways
(hook x`s 2)
I came seven light years before the dark ages
With eight different infinite ways to spark stages
Got a nine man crew that controls the reign
And the soul of every listener that knows my name
I posess what you stupid motherfuckers need to get
If it ain`t Megahertz or Weathermen it`s a piece of shit
The mic`s the worst solution to even this
Cuz you`ll go through twice the persecution Jesus did
I`ll step on stage with a black cape with a wack rhyme
about your fat date
And how I met your mommy on the chat line
This fool Nelson will put you in a full nelson
Leave you layin face down in your stool yelpin
A thousand of your fans ready to kill me
And tell the sound man if he wants to jump in he can feel free
Instead of threats in your face I sprayed your ass to hell
Blast myself and resurrected a day later
So drop the mic this instant
Pocketknife to the throats of those that commit
Copywrite infringement
A sick twisted vengeance. I keep crackin on opponents
And sleep on more wrappers than the homeless
Deliver constant misery. I don`t spit positivity
I spit on positivity and send fakes to a grim fate
Labels can drop me. I don`t give a shit, I`m in it to vent hate
If they`re dumb enough to sign me, great
Got a list of a hundred things I hate
And you`re number one through ninety eight
If you hear an R&B bitch singing on my tape it`s cuz
she got a gallon of my semen clingin to her face
(hook x`s2)
There`s two type of emcees
Those that wanna face me get hacked and fail
And those that have faced me can await a rematch in hell
My vocal tones pipe bomb your face in
Hold your own? You have trouble holding conversations
You`re left with little to no air
Duct tape your mouth
Leave you upside down in the middle of nowhere
Shine like rays of sun. My brain`s a gun
What you`re tryin to say in six bars I can explain in one
It`s obvious my skull weighs a ton
Over a billion gigabytes I download information from
I`ll pelt you clowns. Ugly as fuck plus timid
Then melt you down and reconstruct y`all in my image
I ain`t spittin if the track ain`t hard hittin
I don`t care if Premier, Mu Tao or Mozart did it
I`m deep with a fistful of satire
It`s this type of trajectory that makes heat seeking missles backfire
I show love to troops that I bomb
By givin hugs to crews with nuclear arms
I`m like Chuck Manson on tape
My choruses are me givin my victims a chance to escape
The raw phantom without a champion jaw is here to scar
your soft patterns with adamantium claws
My mic will make your nerves ache
Me comin off ain`t the issue
I wasn`t screwed on right in the first place
(hook x`s 2)
