Attack Mode (With Lyrics)

Yeah...Y'all ain't think I was gon' take my foot off y'all necks, did 'ya? Glad you know...Glad you know...Arrrruuuhhh....

They'll never find you, when I choose to take you out of existence, when I get 'ya, even the city where you live will be missin'. So, listen. I'll thunder you, for a month, or two, and stare at a photograph, until the people in it start lookin' uncomfortable. The builder who was paid to create you, I took twenty years to make you, only to take five seconds, to break you. A jacket full of bombs, come try it on, my tongue is so high-strung, it had to be registered, like a firearm. Revampin', after cancellin', ceramic men begin dancin', when entranced with strands of my audio antigens. No memory ever fled from my thoughts, I even remembered the date my sperm body, found that egg in the dark. Your spirit smoulders, as I'm veerin' over, because as soon as I approach 'ya, the sun leans in closer, to hear me roast 'ya. I'll strike, when you boast, defeat you, then freed you, three hundred years, heat & released you, just to beat you, in front of new folks, I'm...

Born in attack mode...((((tack mode))))
I was born in attack mode...((((tack mode))))
It'll be bodies on a back road...((((back road))))
It'll be war, when the track loads...((((track loads))))

You can't comprehend the wonders I did, my head's becoming so big, I gotta duck, when I walk under a bridge. I swoop through the streets, and feed 'ya with loose-leaf, my sheets are a food feast, and you'll eat for weeks, off of a two piece. I'll take over you totally, women who didn't know of me, approach & uncontrollably start to propose to me. Don't underscore how deep we are, sometimes I blackout, when I speak a bar, and wake up, after givin' myself CPR. Doubt me, and you got to die, I'll drop my writin' pen, from out the sky, over the word "skill" & make it dot the "I." I reside where your chakras lie, undenied I wrote a line dissin' myself so hard, I decided to not reply. Violent high-stamina samurai, lettin' the hammer fly, knockin' you through the chest, of a random guy. If trouble persists, I'ma rip until nothin' exists, fist bump you, and knock four of your knuckles, up in your wrist. I was...

Born in attack mode...((((tack mode))))
I was born in attack mode...((((tack mode))))
It'll be bodies on a back road...((((back road))))
It'll be war, when the track loads...((((track loads))))

I'm the most wretched of threats in the metroplex, I set raw steak on my naked flesh, and then slept next to my leopard pet. I jet to special sections, you'll never trek, 'cause prophetic records, yet to be present, I'll retrospectively recollect. In seconds, I swept you with regret, because perfection of every step, is said to be my best reflective epithet. The deadliest vet, you ever met, who slit the neck, of the medic who C-Sec'd me, 'cause I wasn't ready to exit, yet. I'll let the best to ever do it slide, (Why?) because for me to kill the greatest alive, that would be suicide. K-Rino's imposingly colloquial, I'll show up with a rope, or two & start chokin' you, when I'm in a jokin' mood. One smack'll make your head catch a flat, reload the pressure vat, and make a rap casserole packed with collected facts. (Laughs) And, if you bite a spec of that, I'll get aggressive, and directly snatch it out of your intestines, just to get it back...

Born in attack mode...((((tack mode))))
I was born in attack mode...((((tack mode))))
It'll be bodies on a back road...((((back road))))
It'll be war, when the track loads...((((track loads))))