Cypher of Five Mics feat. Chino XL

歌詞

"Hit you so hard my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates" [Chino XL] I murder a sixteen to the point that it's embarrassing Hide a grenade in my jeans, douse the booth in kerosine Shatter your heart's main vein pipe Insane at night I might have your career disappear in plain sight Throw you off the top of a church, stab you with a steeple I'm bloodying punchlines like I assaulted a hundred zebras None believers in the lair with Jesus' haters To save it, they're afraid since my native halo in the cradle Became a famous behemoth misbehaving angel Insane but able with razors scraping your face through ya neighbours naval A fatal fable, from Satan's table with an unstable brain cable I'm hateful, blame it on being bi-racial I'm psychologically an anomaly, should be given formal apologies Honestly, a human oddity A commodity, godly when raven spitting his blood spilling Chino so stuck up, gotta peel me off the fucking ceiling I'm bringing so much beef it'll make a Hindu kneel So hard to kill you, heart's _____, beat you 'til you partial gristle tissue Too fast for a photo, I slash the rapper who would be homo Leave them just skull and crosses like Jack Ass' movie logo Burn down your fucking apartment, barricade the fire escape What I spit is __, you make nightmares try to stay awake Never had a fly quote, nigga you and I know The best thing you'll ever write is a suicide note [Canibus] Canibus and Chino XL, rebels from Hell He's a giant I'm a stinger missile toting keebler elf Keep to myself strategic for stealth If I don't need it I leave it believe it I kept it greasy for more than 60 seasons, Tear the target to pieces reload and repeat it I got a billion bars but I ain't got the time to release it And you ain't got the time to listen to it Hitman music, blow a hole through your head and piss through it Coz you aint' fit to do this He vocalled it first I vocalled it second, Lyrics get murdered, we move in and do the forensics Shut down your studio sessions DNA analysis and collections 'Cause Mic checking is a Rippers Jurisdiction I'm a telepathic detective, Blast you with a non-kinetic weapon back to the essence beyond the Outer Limits, Wicked and wretched send you a message blow your ass out to the desert Motherfucker's prepare for the unexpected We meet, symbolic technique anabolic release Any MC gets weak when he knows he's dead meat If I strike you'll be red for weeks You might check in with a beast that'll tan you like the Mexican heat The steps to my monastery are steep If you still feeling froggy when we get to the top then lets leap Inhale the hydrogen mist, then try to get hyper than Bis It can't get no hyper than this Lyrical Law hands on jet turbo fans on Aviators are drawn into a criss-cross sand launch Turn starboard but still can't dodge, Bang hard S.O.S call command coms concentrate can't talk Not out of the woods yet, you can't thank God, The red baron's hair is as long as Susan Saradon War Hawks and red hawks launch, out the underground airforce You bail out like Amelia Earhart SEER training is for naught I taught you before I finish my Cigar, you a Prisoner of Lyrical Law Yea, now I'ma seal the whole area off, What the fuck you thought? Ain't nobody scaring me off, aight Niggas be rhyming like they lazy and soft Get ate by the SpitBoss this is Lyrical Law, yeah Niggas be rhyming like the lazy and soft Then get ate by a SpitBoss this is Lyrical Law Fuck you!!!