Cataclysmic Verses

[Produced by ____]

[Hook: Scratches x3]
Got through the struggle with those cataclysmic verses
I'm possessing the words to put my enemies in hearses

[Verse 1: gamemast15r]
Ten million ways to die, choose one
Bullets ricochet and hit from who’s gun?
Put your hands where my eyes can see or lose one
With the lines that hit harder than KUZGUN
I hit with the powers of Earth, Wind & Fire
You water your shit down, to become the shining star your desire
But when the .44 revolve like the earth around the sun
Then I'll strike down on your planet with the force up from my gun
I take your squad and steamroll it to a flat earth
And B.O.B.'s airplane will be the one to crash first
This ain't flat to fact, this is rap to rap
Whip out the Glock and cuffs if you wanna go back to back
Whip out the boxing gloves if you wanna go match to match
And bring out the cops and bugs if you wanna go rat to splat
But don't come to the pad thinking that you can last
Cause I'll make sure you fuckin' bleed and throw you right into the trash

[Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
And then recycle your ass because we been the waste management
Erased savages, giving your ass some face damages
I'm God to y'all so praying to someone else is straight blasphemous
My aim's accurate, I was trained to slay accidents
MC's sweet like bitches when they get eyed on Tinder
But we be screaming at these niggas like Michael Richards
Career-ending, this worldwide warfare that I'm spearheading
Fear sending niggas off the edge and got their peers begging
That's that peer pressure, break your spine with a guitar pick
Spit bars SARS sick with narcostic bitches, gotta hard dick
Don't seem too alarmed like the fire drill was planned
You get split in half like a Belko businessman
This ain't no walk-in clinic, my verses only a minute wait
I don't drink no Minute Maid, rappers, I eliminate
My enemies in hearses, my energy emerging
I'm Rosemary's child, you'll hope her pregnancy reverses

[Hook]

[Verse 3: gamemast15r]
Who the fuck let the dogs out the cage?
We’re not the Baha men, we got jaws that’ll tear up your steak
Full of despair and hate, with the stare of an ape
To see the destruction of the universe, I’m the bearer of fates
I smear blood upon the ink with my passion in full
I crack earth like I cracked Galactus’s skull
I’m the glacier that smashed through the titanic hull
The same temperature as my soul while it dies in the cold
The thing from another world, crash from the sky
I assimilate these MC’s, get off your ass or you’ll die
The philosophy of horror from the mind of John Carpenter
The only author that’s truly prepared for the slaughter
How many fucking times do I have to throw out a verse
That’s so cataclysmic that you’ll fuckin' die in a burst
Of fire, a catastrophe that originates a curse
I can’t wait for it again, but for now, I’ll watch 'em repopulate the earth

[Verse 4: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
My catalog's cataclysmic, I destroy every forensic
I bring tremendous danger cause my recklessness relentless
A bit pretentious, my inventions will leave you headless
Or breathless, collectively the Scorpions are senseless
Decapitate a nigga, this ain't my imagination
The fascination of death always been my navigation

[Hook]

[Verse 5: gamemast15r & Almighty U-Sorcerer]
We slay rhymes to the base line
The way I destroy these beats make it look like a hate crime
Battered and bruised, no matter which way you will lose
Either way I’ll make each of your page look like Seuss
Hit you in the face with the deuce, you better pay all your dues
Respect the conglomerate, I know that you’re hating the truth
But truthfully, I don’t need to say much else
Here’s the almighty sorcerer, destroying you from hell
40 to his head like he heard the beat, his head bobbing
Pressured the electric waves on you like I pressed charges
Ignoring these niggas like my ex calling, let me get started
Three in his chest, Ben Wallace, onto the next coffin
Young nigga running shit like I'm in the head office
Checking pussies off my list like I just went shopping
Opened my voicemail to a hundred and nine death threats
Nigga dimed for a dime, and I been keeping the ten since