Destroy Mission

Poops - “Destroy Mission”
[Emcee(s): Poops]
[Producer(s): FBoom]
[Scratches: FBoom]

[Verse 1: Poops]
As I set off a charge to spark the mic, no light
In my insight is much darker. With a pen from Parker, I’ll
Write something fatter than when you write with a Pilot marker
My brain is a domain fortress—don’t resist this. You couldn’t
Lift this with a crane or forklift. Fuck around
You and crew’ll get cut down like the rainforest. My DJ
Scratches, so who needs a chorus? No weaponry, a mic in my
Possession’ll be fine, and a pen to write a rhyme are the
Only necessary necessities, so pack a crowd
To the fullest density. The complexity? Some gets it. I’ll
Perfect this to eat up your music like a tape deck that’s defective
In time, minds become collective. Stress is in
The mind, this has given my rhyme extra-sharp senses that’ll
Give a tear that’s so tremendous it’ll have the Earth flooded
With red from when the gods hemorrhage

[Hook: Samples] (x2)
“On a destroy mission” - Sample from O.C. - “My World”
“Hard times lead to hard rhymes, it’s all crime” - Sample from “[?]”
“That’s why me and all mine” - Sample from “[?]”
“On a destroy mission” - Sample from O.C. - “My World”
“Live your life ‘til the flatline with raw rhymes” - Sample from “[?]”
“That’s why me and all mine” - Sample from “[?]”
“On a destroy mission” - Sample from O.C. - “My World”

[Verse 2: Poops]
Be the well-known wanted man for having more dope lines
Than a hundred grams. Some niggas’ll never understand
What I speak. They could live on a beach and be the last
To discover sand. Is it because I’m nasty and gross
Like salary? I’m too real to feed off your dreams and fantasies
Or to survive in your wonderland. I’m just
A godly, supreme being in mortal form known as Mr. Wonderman
Who be defeating seasons. I’m the reason the winter
Crack and the autumn fall, the spring break, and the summer slam
“Think I can,” I shout with a rhyme I enchanted, recite
When that’s so bright, it’ll make the Sun wear black and seem like
A [?] to the light of this here rap. So to this
Metaphor of [?], making the [?]
The Sun God a mere mortal. Now you when it comes
To mics and words, the almighty Poops be drinking from
Oceans with icebergs. Take heed to the lessons that are based
On represented facts and laid on tracks to have
The wack stand back and hold their tongue like if they were
In the midst of an epileptic attack. Rap’s a gift
To the ear crystalline-clear—even before they
Present it on DAT

[Hook: Samples] (x2)
“Hard times lead to hard rhymes, it’s all crime” - Sample from “[?]”
“That’s why me and all mine” - Sample from “[?]”
“On a destroy mission” - Sample from O.C. - “My World”
“Live your life ‘til the flatline with raw rhymes” - Sample from “[?]”
“That’s why me and all mine” - Sample from “[?]”
“On a destroy mission” - Sample from O.C. - “My World”

[Outro: Samples with Scratches by FBoom]
“A performance never again performed on the mic” - Sample from O.C. - “My World” (x2)