In the laboratory, a ceiling of a hallway full of neon’s lines, many great samplers machines on walls, the lights reflects on a bed, with a dead body layin’ on, plugged by RCA cables to a Roger Lynn/Akai MPC 60. The patient presented several symptoms: eardrums burst, brain damaged, blurred vision, a...
Written by Wildelux
[Verse 1]
Yo! fuck wit the kid, I got one life and lot`s to give
My oxygen is valuable concoction shit
The mixer the elixir of the apocalypse
Bruise your physical a mean pop shot to the ribs
Body aches in the land of the apes
Where grizzly bear niggas hibernate in the shadows for the fake
Behemoth monsters upon ya with not a lot on their plate
Survival etiquette to settle it in a wildin out state
State of mind that is that`s borderline barbaric
Cut from a different cloth sturdy tephlon fabric
Hunt`s point bound hit story ave and dollar cab it
Stashing cream and unsaid things under pissy craftmatics
The ghetto pharaohs maneuver through spots that`s mega narrow
Flipping through the channels of life conquering battles
Victorious van glorious throughout my travels
Solar sun seeking refuge under my five o clock shadow
[Verse 2]
I`ll target your rep steel plated just as hard as it gets
I`m arching the tech building so place your odds on the best
Scarring your chest like a surgeon left a mark on your flesh
The uncanny vigilante like I`m Bernhard Goetz
Cinematic the street lashing and attacking the beast
It baffle ya peeps cut the drama action is ceased
Hungry jacks in a feast, starving, gradually increase
Prepare the darts like a hitman packing a piece
Meet ya fate, when I`m exceeding the rate
Ya heart feeling the weight, filled with the hate
I`m feeling just great
The chemist with the menace 16 sentence is laced
A cup of Jim Jones juice cyanide in the taste
I`m in a free zone place, unshackled reborn great
Second coming of the chosen, got a lease on your fate
Some call a T, a time out when the beef get unsafe
The only T I saw in beef was in a T-bone steak
[Verse 3]
Blasting a spark, fantastic a passionate heart
Tracking the sharks with sonar in the blackness of dark
I see them before they coming, blows smashing them off
In my domain we beast like jurrasic park
The formula fused with the body fuilds of the inner
You getting skinned alive from the guy who lies in the center
Of the the thickness whatever you niggas call your life
Throw it on ice conduct the movements in the heist
Like DenIro in a shoot out scene on busy streets
My limits peaked off the rictor the threshold reached
Adrenaline got me trembling orgasm to skeet
Drop a load on your chicken smack dab in her sheets
Punnani bandit red-handed kill off the antics
The apollo I`ll sandman shit
Exit the right, right off the stage and fallback
Watch the format, ain`t watching your steps you`ll fall flat
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