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My birth certificate reads: 'Earths most descriptive MC'
My death certificatell read: 'Im dead, quit listening to me'
But while Im here Ill use the planet as a platform
To plant panic in * *****s and bash em with a mask on
My staminas twice more to boost
I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth
So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars insue
From the Mic Lord ya family likes more than you
Your ?*?ll flinch when I nurse you to trauma
Cause my adlibs are iller than any verse you can conjure
Megahertz will persecute you with honor
Wheathermenll take it one step further and murder ya momma
Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom, shot em with rhythm
I dont get problems, I give em
My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades
My notebooks more amazing than the one Guinness made
So when I rock whats not to like
I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write
Your faction is nothing, youll get chewed for the hell of it
If rappin was ****** ya whole crew would be celebit
Copywritell ******t a million words before your first sentence drops
Or before my double engine stops
Whichever comes first cause Im determined to serve yall with permanent words
Murdering germs
By avoiding the most obvious method, my hobby is catching
And you cant dodge the Intrepid
Tis the season Ill ceast you breathing through ya chest
Thats not a threat, itsthe reason I was sent
(Chourus)
******soundcheck the crowd wants it now
****** site, by scent Ill hunt you down
Theres 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing
Anyone who dis O-H town, Im ******ttin on
DJs that dont have 2 copies of this, Im ******ttin on
When we on stage shut up until my click is gone
Show respect before your ****** is gone
(Verse 2)
Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3
Youll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me
No camera can capture the essence
One thousand years nuthin changed, Dracula never had a reflection
****** rockin mics, Im cracking domes with African Stones
My practice sessions a classic alone
Give me six minutes, teams a stripped gimmicks
I dont wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it
Ill eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose
Try again and get ate 4 times like 32
By a raw crew thatll bury all you
With Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits
Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard
I evole the practice of ******t talking to an art form
And your banned from the mic
I get more Dap over the course of day than youll see in the span of ya life
Damn right, but I got all day if yall wanna learn the hard way
Show yall how a thunder god plays
To sum it up, Ill Kill you
I dont blame you for being wack, I blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you
Travel with me, Ill passyou by 10 styles
Battle? Yall aint no battle emcees, yall are pen pals
You ran, I launch rapid torpedos
Now Im dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos
God damnit I laminate what I write
After seeing how yall are contaminating the mic
I animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of
Slamming a fans axe dead in ya mans back
My monstrous accomplice wandsll stun fast
with the promptness of a gun blast
Im like, ****** to ****** I cum out the hardest
And I wont scalp tickets to a concert, Ill scalp the artist
(Chourus)
******soundcheck the crowd wants it now
****** site, by scent Ill hunt you down
Theres 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing
Anyone who dis O-H town, Im ******ttin on
DJs that dont have 2 copies of this, Im ******ttin on
When we on stage shut up until my click is gone
Show respect before your ****** is gone