Broke through at dusk, I might be too hot for you to touch Scalding. But I'll keep ripping it until I'm balding Spitting fire from the lungs. Dragon Snot. Leathery-winged individuals injecting acid drops. Reptile armor and lyrical movements unique. When we need the peace, be weary of what we seek... Suckers might drown in the fluid that they leak That excrement you secrete __ teach, you might think your life is over But its really incomplete, in all retrospect, i regurgitate fiberkinetic insects made to dissect the human intellect and communicate bugged out dialect Ask siamese twins, circling again like the vulture's getting ready to pick skin Raised in a landscape, __ inhabited by child molestor's controls and other hidden monsters, and the elder's mad souls, mending the robotical joints to storm __ , military babble Now raise the syllables that split back, when I spit that, when you spit back theres nothing left to aim at Predator, baby, camouflaged within the translucense of the beat My presence, it can be felt for infinite weeks I can repeat whats out there, but I believe they told you, and I don't wanna be responsible as the one that told you I just chew you up, spit you out and re-mold you Its more powerful for you to curse, right? But you curse soo much that, it, ah, don't mean shit.
Its that autobot rock, spitting projectile snot, when we drop its like the suns spot blown Its that crimson crush, adrenaline rush, the mics we touch is hot, catch your mind state blown
Laugh with the dragon snot, feel the fiery wrath, its too much to be allowed to feast to deep, unable to sleep, staying up for weeks, refusing to eat So come and greet the Phantom. Soaked in dampened thought, now caught in a spider web, stuck in one spot A burough of the earth and its been that way since birth, now you're screaming, "Me first" ? Show us something Break the barrier, helps it grow scarier At every moment becomes quotient of emcees that are defeated on regular basis Stuck in a mirage, looking for an oasis Your rhymes are tasteless Face this theory, although you're tired, weary, sleepy eyed, you can not have this mic because this mic is occupied I'm not a robot that grows soo hot I blow spots, you should know not, go straight to the ghost thought
Its that autobot rock, spitting projectile snot, when we drop its like the suns spot blown Its that crimson crush, adrenaline rush, the mics we touch is hot, catch your mind state blown
Theres a cat out there who believes he taught me to rhyme and at one point everything he said blew my mind then i realized that it was all plagiarized, smiling disguise, prentending to be wise, a fool and his demise, although it opened eyes, and I'll credit you with that, although you should get bitch smacked, I only brought up this fact, to prove that theres alot of cats like that Watch out for a chemical repercussion, slaughtered discussions Im aware of something valuable, no assumptions, no elixir, the TV in the mind without a picture we seen it all before... blank screens me, and my team, bust __ to __, whatever you mean, admit, you asked me to kick a rhyme, i did, over your head it went, you didnt catch the message sent, say I sound like someone else, think that thats compliment Well its the beats, dammit, hope you cant stand it yeah im kinda glad things are going the way i planned it within the next sentence I plan to knock you out of existence running over counterparts, traveling the distance shifting gears, attending beers although its not in yester-year, will you accept the future instead? If I fall back, tell me you're a step ahead, cuz if momentum goes now, then we're better off dead
Its that autobot rock, spitting projectile snot, when we drop its like the suns spot blown Its that crimson crush, adrenaline rush, the mics we touch is hot, catch your min