Fear Me

[Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor]
Fear me, not for the potential to kill I have
Feel my wrath. Son, fear me for the skill I have
Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart
But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts
Fear me, not for the color of greed ‘cause, brother, I bleed
Not for love of green but mother and seed
Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart
But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor]
Ayyo, I’m smart like an aleck, so you could all bite the phallic
Igniting mics, words are writing in italic
With the bold face, I step on stage and take the whole space
I’m banging heads in my skull case. Ain’t no dull taste
It’s Met. I keeps it flav, keep you tripping like a rave
Break your mics like a wave on the oceanside
I leave you open wide like an autops laceration
Slice your grill until your jaw drops—it’s fascinating
Cave in your chest—I’m pe-ne-trating
Leave you hyper-vent-ilating, suffocating
Any combi-nation of MCs—it’s do-mination
No comp. It’s abo-mination. Stay calm and patient
While I’m sealing animation in my lamination
Cause contamination, cross-examination
Break you down like the process of eli-mination
Take you out like emigration. Disintegration
Abara-cadaverers without the labora
-tory. Matter of fact, it’s a collaboration
Of imagination, gassing heads like flatulation
Glad you waiting for my graduating, lyric escalating
Levitating. Ain’t no hesitating to my destination
Strictly cancellations of all comp. Man your stations

[Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor]
Fear me, not for the potential to kill I have
Feel my wrath. Son, fear me for the skill I have
Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart
But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts
Fear me, not for the color of greed ‘cause, brother, I bleed
Not for love of green but mother and seed
Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop the heart
But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

[Verse 2: Block McCloud]
The hits is marking ya, attacking ya, going for the jugular like Dracula
First, I’m sucking ya blood to crack in ya
[?] can’t hold me back—I’ll break the chain
Got beef, stake a claim. Shit is writ on paper—train
For the script. Want to play? My home’s sour, all deranged
So strange in a twilight high like [?]
Known for danger, his primal rage will blow like pager
On the anchor, tightly locked. Well, Block’s the flow of hatred
Impale you with awards, nail you to the cross
What you feel’s failure ‘cause you lost
When I cut you deals, much too real. Red rose to the shores of your sanity
Explore my vanity vexed and, next, tour the land of free
Trips of poverty obviously wild to me. My prophecy
Is profit prodigy paid to invade your privacy
You’re treated like an oddity, sold cheap like a novelty
Flows creep down oh so deep you won’t peep the odyssey
My philosophy: to each his own. Better reach his own
Peep, preach what he practice instead of leaching on the track. This
Miraculous cannabis activist kick
Attack like Cystic—prognosis the Fibrosis
Competition nullified. I multiplied and while you focus
On [?], y’all smoke this traum—y’all half-vicious
Madness. I add friction to the contacting cabbage
We bomb tracks on smash hits like bongs packed with hash
You say I’m acting rash. Maybe so, but time’s spreading
Attacking fast—can’t pinpoint my rhyme’s heading
How many times let into the lion’s den? You’re blind men
Ten times ten light years beyond, you’ll find then
Frighten, discover lightning when I’m writing
It’s quite frightening. Striking the kite in your child’s clutch
My styles touch and enlighten. Block McCloud storm and fuck the war
Warming up to burn—you’re fucking on it

[Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor]
Fear me, not for the potential to kill I have
Feel my wrath. Son, fear me for the skill I have
Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart
But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts
Fear me, not for the color of greed ‘cause, brother, I bleed
Not for love of green but mother and seed
Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart
But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

[Outro: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor]
Fear me. Fear me. Block McCloud, Metaphor. Fear me. Fear me. Fear me. Fear me