Life Or Death

[Chorus]
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death

[Verse 1]
Life or death, check the vivid apparatus
Born to pick it up and abuse the tool the baddest
Habit of erratic to pursue cash fast
Stash of zombies presidin' beneath grass
Alas, once again it's the biblical fable
Brethrens fallin' victim to the Cain's like Able
But thine art unable, to perish under perilous contracts
I contact, assessin' to recount that
I'm holy like the covenant, divine not ignorant
Rantin' and ravin' bein' enslaved, degraded
Infallibly, I'm notorious for stern command
Of civilized servants of the man or barbaric mockeries
Like Conan, bond my words, we keep hemoglobin
That ceases my physical frame's time span
My mic check's life or death

[Chorus]
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death

[Verse 2]
Life or death, oral tradition is my habit
Change wavelengths, my mind is a polaric magnet
Attract the wildest heads due to the plumbus in their gats
Cock-back, I twist a mic off like a 40 cap
Lubricate, it's crystalline like WD-40
Surely, I mold the maligned mechanism and knife the next victim
Lacerate his cardic, chain his brain, then I whip 'em for cream
Bust upon his back like seam-men
Led aloof so they shipwreck within the wet dream
To no ends, 'cause the egg's premature and nothin' fruitful grows
When the mindstate is soiled, watch strategic rays mold foiled reactions
From the radiation of my micromic wave functions
Deviated from the heat of my tone
Breaks the beat, accomplishes feats with my poems
My mic check's life or death

[Chorus]
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death

[Verse 3]
Life or death, check my synopsis of gettin' wreck
Amateur styles, and yet they all claim pro-tech
Son, no imperfection when phones are tapped
Words raise resurrection, keeps heads up like erections
Of monumental structures, rupture lungs when trajectories puncture
Through chaotic rapture, from rhythms that indenture
On soul, fellows crucify but I justify
And electrify with the power of my third eye
Why ask why, the microphone dies
Restin' in pieces, it lies
Measurements on the modulator, in sines
Turned to flat lines, echoin' chimes evap my mind
Till the tool's recycled and dropped as a dime
From enzymes of life to crucifications to death
My mic check, is life or death

[Chorus]
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life or death
Life- ([?] your microphone)