Panoramic

Workout time again
On Point Studio
We just up in here, me and Snipe, man
We gon’ workout a little bit, for this Makin’ Enemies project
Spit some rhymes for my homies and like that kind of stuff

[Verse 1]
I’m puttin’ panoramic cameras out so I can scan and scout
The planet and channel out the man endowed in me and his spouse
I live in a ceramic house that I damage substantially when I’m spoutin’ high powered showers of sledge hammers out
My anger and manic bouts are tantamount
I can’t account nothing prior to me
Landing here via Trans-Atlantic route
A man of clout yet my sanity stands in doubt
‘cause I ran throughout the land, feeding ferocious animals hand-to-mouth
Powerful numbers left these cowards to wonder
Calendar date scrambler, New Year’s is now in the summer
I’m in the big leagues, you diss me and I’ma blitz you with quick speed
And rip you like that pissed tiger did the partner of Siegfried
See you don’t want it with none of us
I’ma bust ’til the contents of your stomach’s crushed and lookin’ just like sonic slush
Impossible shots I hit
Five mic passes equal five assists when I get hot as Peja Stojaković

Yeah, hand me that water, man
Like I say we just in here working out
Puttin’ a little something together, man
K-Rino, Big Snipe in the building, man
Let me load up with this second verse real quick, y’all
Watch

[Verse 2]
I practice stomping out weak circles
And fifty pound ankle weights leaping vertical over five feet hurdles
See me defying logic, that’s a easy one
Picture AR-15 rifle bullets releasing from a BB gun
And when these weapons emerge, you’ll understand I’m better with words
Swatting your head like a Federer serve
You’re flatulent and dense so I’ve been coming at you since
I can fake throwing a jab and make a statue flinch
When I’m running it, no one can accomplish it
I’m the wondrous flame that keeps becoming lit with no candlestick under it
There’s no chance of imagining or matching my acumen
For tapping into deep areas average men ain’t rappin’ in
Verses be worded thoroughly, it might take an eternity
To interpret and determine literal from hyperbole
After these third degree burns that he first received he learned to be courteous
Still I imperviously charged him a service fee, whoo

Now I’m tryna figure out what I’ma eat tonight
All this rappin’ made me hungry, man
Gotta get some nourishment in my body
‘cause if I collapse on the mic, won’t be no third verse
But I’m just playin’, here it go, check it

[Verse 3]
Enlist artillery in my facility
The skill in me makes building something silly really a mental impossibility
I will agree to kill a spots [?]
I’m fast and agile so call me by my new name, Veloci-gility
The streets lookin’, that’s why I keep pushin’
Don’t need a bat, I had a blood skeetin’ and gushin’ from beatin’ you with a seat cushion
Completely still yet I steady creep
Lyrical anesthesia settles deep so you pass out while you already ‘sleep
Kill again when big hand meets little hand
Catch you standing in between two other dudes and eliminate the middle man
You cats is playin’, you oughta be ashamed for this
For falling out the game as quick and decades later I remain this dangerous
I blink my eyes and I’m energized
A hundred percent of me flies out even when I only give twenty-five
Climbing the highest stairway
Smoke mics like cigarettes and mash ‘em out in a cat’s face like it’s an ashtray

Like it’s an ashtray, haha
Boys be asking me a lot of questions, mane
Some I be wanna answer, some I don’t be wanna answer
But I will say this
I love spittin’ these lyrics for y’all
And I’ll leave it at that
Let’s go home