Verse 1_
Unplug mics when I clutch mics with firm grips like Man handshakes
Im flooding every entrance - violate MCs like gan rapes!
Ben buggin' on a sentence, crushing ants under the World's pen-weight -
Dead weights get ate like steaks!
On the plates of Illuminati mandates - I'm an opposition factor
Not a pot to p*** in, but a clling - like ghetto obstetrician doctors -
The wrath of a Spawn king is delivered,
My bones jostling in my coffin casket when I'm dead, crawling with maggots!
My clone offspring I'll leave to do the job of beheading f*****s -
Tossed in the river, coughing with shivers!
Lost in the currents of currency shifters - we're in a State of Emergency
And the terminal cost is indifference!
My flows were born incurable - illest kid in the incubator cubicle
With a future full of promise and a rout to microphonics
Mom dukes got no loot, but I could rock s*** -
And school you for some steady profit - or at least a roof over my head!
But don't confuse - who wouldn't rather choose than beg,
Running free with no wooden leg - oozing red!
Refrain_
We're on the frontline when its crunch time
and got no room for pop bafoons with monkey rhymes
It's for my soldiers and home-growers -
this time we play out these jokers like the cards are mine!
Verse 2_
Now come get your lips bent out of shape trying too hard to b*** this
Like stenographers fingers may hurt first day on the job, typing!
Dictations of an auctioneer's eye-witness accounts in court appearance -
I'd spit this s*** on account of all the tearless!
No warm endearments for a mental crippler sent to snitch -
This is no b****-singing rap, or rented mistress swinger act!
Its all for real like awful feelings feel in criminal cats,
Subliminals that come alive like Cinemax!
And Black Thought the accapella s*** I do is so phat
I get new gym shoes in every track I run - plus every lap!
My MC tag be Kaptin - so don't wear my joint out like gout,
I'm a bit too ill to catch twice!
Roughing it like mic boy scouts with no pouch, no bag to sleep in -
So we're only napping on the weekends!
And open cats with raps like leaky taps drip, splash-splish with topics
Til you so wet you get galoshes!
Then I close career options like Farah Faucet's -
You had the talent by habit and fair-and-square you lost it!
You need some more work ethic - some more purpose and method
Before eve steeping to war with these self-determined peasants!
Refrain_
We're on the frontline when its crunch time
and got no room for pop bafoons with monkey rhymes
It's for my soldiers and home-growers -
this time we play out these jokers like the cards are mine!
Unplug mics when I clutch mics with firm grips like Man handshakes
Im flooding every entrance - violate MCs like gan rapes!
Ben buggin' on a sentence, crushing ants under the World's pen-weight -
Dead weights get ate like steaks!
On the plates of Illuminati mandates - I'm an opposition factor
Not a pot to p*** in, but a clling - like ghetto obstetrician doctors -
The wrath of a Spawn king is delivered,
My bones jostling in my coffin casket when I'm dead, crawling with maggots!
My clone offspring I'll leave to do the job of beheading f*****s -
Tossed in the river, coughing with shivers!
Lost in the currents of currency shifters - we're in a State of Emergency
And the terminal cost is indifference!
My flows were born incurable - illest kid in the incubator cubicle
With a future full of promise and a rout to microphonics
Mom dukes got no loot, but I could rock s*** -
And school you for some steady profit - or at least a roof over my head!
But don't confuse - who wouldn't rather choose than beg,
Running free with no wooden leg - oozing red!
Refrain_
We're on the frontline when its crunch time
and got no room for pop bafoons with monkey rhymes
It's for my soldiers and home-growers -
this time we play out these jokers like the cards are mine!
Verse 2_
Now come get your lips bent out of shape trying too hard to b*** this
Like stenographers fingers may hurt first day on the job, typing!
Dictations of an auctioneer's eye-witness accounts in court appearance -
I'd spit this s*** on account of all the tearless!
No warm endearments for a mental crippler sent to snitch -
This is no b****-singing rap, or rented mistress swinger act!
Its all for real like awful feelings feel in criminal cats,
Subliminals that come alive like Cinemax!
And Black Thought the accapella s*** I do is so phat
I get new gym shoes in every track I run - plus every lap!
My MC tag be Kaptin - so don't wear my joint out like gout,
I'm a bit too ill to catch twice!
Roughing it like mic boy scouts with no pouch, no bag to sleep in -
So we're only napping on the weekends!
And open cats with raps like leaky taps drip, splash-splish with topics
Til you so wet you get galoshes!
Then I close career options like Farah Faucet's -
You had the talent by habit and fair-and-square you lost it!
You need some more work ethic - some more purpose and method
Before eve steeping to war with these self-determined peasants!
Refrain_
We're on the frontline when its crunch time
and got no room for pop bafoons with monkey rhymes
It's for my soldiers and home-growers -
this time we play out these jokers like the cards are mine!