Fucksoundcheck

[Verse 1]
My birth certificate reads: "Earth's most descriptive MC"
My death certificate'll read: "I'm dead, quit listening to me"
But while I'm here, I'll use the planet as a platform
To plant panic in faggots and bash 'em with a mask on
My stamina's twice more to boost
I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth
So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars ensue
From the mic lord your family likes more than you
Your dad'll lynch when I nurse you to trauma
'Cause my ad-libs are iller than any verse you could conjure
Megahertz will persecute you with honor
Weathermen'll take it one step further and murder your momma
Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom
Shot 'em with rhythm. I don't get problems, I give 'em
My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades
My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made
So when I rock, what's not to like?
I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write
Your faction is nothing, you'll get chewed for the hell of it
If rapping was fucking, your whole crew would be celibate
Copywrite'll shit a million words before your first
Sentence drops or before my double engine stops
Whichever comes first, but I'm determined to serve y'all
With permanent words, murdering germs
By avoiding the most obvious methods
My hobby is catching, and you can't dodge the Intrepid
Tis the season I'll cease you breathing through your chest
That's not a threat, it's the reason I was sent

[Hook]
Fucksoundcheck, the crowd wants it now
Fuck sight, by scent I'll hunt you down
There's 5 senses 4 seasons
3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing, 1 wheezing
Anyone that diss O-H Town? I'm shitting on
DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this? I'm shitting on
When we on stage, shut up until my click is gone
Show respect before your bitch is gone

[Verse 2]
Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3
You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me
No camera can capture the essence
A thousand years, nothing changed, Dracula never had a reflection
Fuck rocking mics, I'm cracking domes
With African Stones, my practice session's a classic alone
Give me six minutes with teams to strip gimmicks
I don't wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it
I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose
Try again and get ate/8 4 times like 32
By a raw crew that'll battle all you
With freestyles that result in thousand-dollar lawsuits
Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard
I evolve the practice of shit-talking to an art form
And you're banned from the mic. I get more dap over
The course of day then you'll see in the span of your life
Damn right, but I got all day if y'all wanna learn
The hard way, show y'all how a thunder god plays
To sum it up, I'll kill you. I don't blame you
For being wack, I'll blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you
Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles
Battle? Y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals
You ran, I launch rapid torpedos
Now I'm dead on your ass like rabbit fur speedos
God damnit, I laminate what I write
After seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic
I animate when I crawl right off the paper to cause random acts
Of slamming a fan's axe dead in ya man's back
My monstrous accomplice wants
To stun fast with the promptness of a gun blast, I'm like
Cement semen, I cum out the hardest
And I won't scalp tickets to a concert, I scalp the artist

[Hook]
Fucksoundcheck, the crowd wants it now
Fuck sight, by scent I'll hunt you down
There's 5 senses 4 seasons
3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing, 1 wheezing
Anyone that diss O-H Town? I'm shitting on
DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this? I'm shitting on
When we on stage, shut up until my click is gone
Show respect before your bitch is gone