Welcome to the outrageous, contagious Style from Mr. Lif that amazes Melts down polar caps with solar raps When I drop hits, your shoulder snaps For eight weeks you're doing that sling thing Cause I was doing my Emperor Ming thing Merciless, flying winged horses like Perseus First we just, analyze the man Small invisible form but grand Mic removed from the mic stand Now located in my right hand Here's my plan, overstand First I'll unleash my rage on the stage Off the top of the dome, fuck the written page Then engage in telekinesis thesis Which verbally rips your bitch ass squad to pieces I'm cold, the world freezes In the ice ages, my mission was to ice sages In head to head mental combat Three two one contact Wheres the motherfuckin combat? Intellect slashes and leaves gashes The rhyme smashes This one in particular with no catches After several mismatches The comp had very few chances The god advances to medieval times To jig MC's with lances In present time our eyes met on a few glances And threw niggas into deep trances Blew up R&B and Jojo's dancer Santa and motherfuckin Prancer In victory my flow found the answer to cancer And freed niggas from projects, Trenchtown to Atlanta Talking of being fatter is senseless data And useless chatter That leads to another well-done rapper served on a platter On, Jeffrey Dahmer Day, my favorite holiday Served lukewarm with sauce, yeah hollendaise
(Speaking) Hold up now, easy, easy, easy. You know they're not ready for that. Scratched sample: "Come again?"
Suppose, this was a whole different time Suppose, this was a whole different rhyme I would come out on some real ill shit Snatch the microphone and then start to kill shit I'm ill wit This whole rap format Rippin niggas up at they doormat Get off the stage, I just tore that I moved the ?[sword]? at Your jugular vein I'll gnaw dat Police showed up and asked where the god at What they discovered: Enters the Colossus tape cover Right next to the fake brother Now take cover Cause I'm about to take flight Bomb dawn and break night With the type of ill Shit that you can feel Just give me the steel I'll heat up the stage and flesh peel And bubble, society crumble Infrastructure puncture No survivors, sharp rhymes Flip and clip the moral fiber Who's liver, hostile takeover My maneuver, Hans Guber Babylon terrorist, nemesis Vocal apocalypse A billion degrees of unbearable Unescapable, revolution Due to lack of mental evolution Rugged solution Kill like industrial pollution Melt down mines and stagnate the confusion Step to this main contusion It's the final conflict and look, Lord The wicked man's losin' It's no illusion I can feel that you're improvin' You got the data, keep movin'
Scratching samples: "Data, turn your body into antimatter" "My data"
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Welcome to the outrageous, contagious Style from Mr. Lif that amazes Melts down polar caps with solar raps When I drop hits, your shoulder snaps For eight weeks you're doing that sling thing Cause I was doing my Emperor Ming thing Merciless, flying winged horses like Perseus First we just, analyze the man Small invisible form but grand Mic removed from the mic stand Now located in my right hand Here's my plan, overstand First I'll unleash my rage on the stage Off the top of the dome, fuck the written page Then engage in telekinesis thesis Which verbally rips your bitch ass squad to pieces I'm cold, the world freezes In the ice ages, my mission was to ice sages In head to head mental combat Three two one contact Wheres the motherfuckin combat? Intellect slashes and leaves gashes The rhyme smashes This one in particular with no catches After several mismatches The comp had very few chances The god advances to medieval times To jig MC's with lances In present time our eyes met on a few glances And threw niggas into deep trances Blew up R&B and Jojo's dancer Santa and motherfuckin Prancer In victory my flow found the answer to cancer And freed niggas from projects, Trenchtown to Atlanta Talking of being fatter is senseless data And useless chatter That leads to another well-done rapper served on a platter On, Jeffrey Dahmer Day, my favorite holiday Served lukewarm with sauce, yeah hollendaise
(Speaking) Hold up now, easy, easy, easy. You know they're not ready for that. Scratched sample: "Come again?"
Suppose, this was a whole different time Suppose, this was a whole different rhyme I would come out on some real ill shit Snatch the microphone and then start to kill shit I'm ill wit This whole rap format Rippin niggas up at they doormat Get off the stage, I just tore that I moved the ?[sword]? at Your jugular vein I'll gnaw dat Police showed up and asked where the god at What they discovered: Enters the Colossus tape cover Right next to the fake brother Now take cover Cause I'm about to take flight Bomb dawn and break night With the type of ill Shit that you can feel Just give me the steel I'll heat up the stage and flesh peel And bubble, society crumble Infrastructure puncture No survivors, sharp rhymes Flip and clip the moral fiber Who's liver, hostile takeover My maneuver, Hans Guber Babylon terrorist, nemesis Vocal apocalypse A billion degrees of unbearable Unescapable, revolution Due to lack of mental evolution Rugged solution Kill like industrial pollution Melt down mines and stagnate the confusion Step to this main contusion It's the final conflict and look, Lord The wicked man's losin' It's no illusion I can feel that you're improvin' You got the data, keep movin'
Scratching samples: "Data, turn your body into antimatter" "My data"
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