I can see your only eyes, locked into your skull My backbone the zone and when I roam my mind is full Guess who? I'm swoopin through the air like pestilence I know your nerves are shot and skin is tight from my presence Got the aura of a gazelle and roll like an ox I linger in the air and make my vocals bust shots To your dome, I'm thicker than a junkie's nostrils or veins The membrane, of a party, nucleus of the brain The cytoplasma, is gettin phatter as it grows And expansions of the soul so throw the trash below dig within Your mental will extend upon arrival of the truth the spiritual Ya hear it nigga you'll get loose So light the wick and let's get busy Like a stick into your teeth I override the threshold, and take it back to the sea Who can it be? Dance up in the party Come and grab the microphone, come and move my body
Well I came through the door, I said it before I never let the stress get me down anymore So as we walk through the thresholds of snake in the grass I thought of super vicious shapes, lyrics begin to mass Feel the blast as the format of the rap smakcs the skit No profanity but the tongue is rough spit Verbal vomit, strings the atomic Some electrospectroscopic storm, rising from the quorum It's like what? All up in your grill as we be strokin to the doom Eliminating gloom as we walk in With the WalkMan's on, turned up to ten Apocalypse is comin, Boogiemonsters', transcend With the Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na Dan-ne-nanny-yah on your block Rock the ill one for energy, blesses as the mess Penetrates the thresholds of negative stress
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[Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na] The recognized thresholds of negative stress [Dan-nah-nah-neyaa] The recognized thresholds of negative stress
Verse Two: Yodared, Myntric
I like the bare back when I rip my rap on the track MC's be beggin for mercy, but we don't be cuttin no slack, see Yoda's on attack and Myntrick got my back Peep the ver-nacular, cause I don't know how to act
Spectacular, back you up like Dracula Feedin off the energies, flip em like french toast I be the spatula My man my blackness, we're, comin through the fatness The drifter, floatin to the mist of the wackness
Attack us like a virus, look into my iris Save that Achey Breaky Heart stuff for Billy Ray Cyrus Just one of four Jugganauts, breakin down the walls I fall into my zone and I realize all
So bring the noise b-boys, cause we're back Peep the naked flow, bust the dreaded afro check the track And plus the microphone, when I take you back Represent the Boogie Down, moster when the sound hold me black
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Verse Three: Vex, Mondo
Well it's the taker of the took-en, the shaker of the shook-en My head will bop and rock like the niggas bop in Brooklyn On the block, so you don't stop And ya don't stop when I rock and the nine goes pop
Remember me, I be the kid with the Catholic uniform But nowadays, ahh, the girlies just swarm I don't know why, I'm walkin through the negative stress Ghinga levi, is use-ful and still may get the thresh
Well I'm that little peasy-headed kid from back in the day The one that could run fast, cut and go the other way And run a three-eight forty, leave ya in the chills Leave ya at the twenty standin still holdin ya dillz
I used to get frustrated with my Nike's It never matched my wears, I used to be in tears I used to be chillin, I used to roll dice Nowadays I'm thrillin, my wears are twice as nice
And nice on the rhyme flip, watch how my rhyme tip Just gets more complex, as we come, let me say my name is Vex Fe fi fo fum, ho hum, yes I said it, before But bring it in, Mondo, my man cause he got more
One day I be the rich and famous sittin in my Nova Scoopin chicks, get