The Syllable Killer

[Intro: Mizury] "People always askin' me "Miz, why you rap so fuckin' fast" and I'm all like "'cause i can?"
It's what I do. I amaze myself when I hear myself do weird things to a beat and people compliment me for them. Hip Hop is art, and music has no limits, so you tell me when did art become limited?"

[Verse 1: Mizury] Gunslinga when I trigga the finga spittin a clip wit these lyrics; I’ma syllable killa wit it, I admit it my tongues limber, cold blooded like winter in the middle of December; dismember like a sawyer family member choppin' wit a chainsaw droppin bitches; "timber," a sinner revved up wit a temper or whisperin killin ya wit scissors versatile in style while im bein ya grave digger, buryin most of these bitches that be claimin to be sicker when they rappin slower then compacted shit and just can’t deliver, Miz-zilla set fire to a village like a villain ain’t given a piss while I’m beatin on my chest cuz I conquer shit like a gorilla, I differ from other rappers wit this rap game that I’ve entered; never been a quitter, a winner-winner; gettin my chicken dinner, hard hitter wit it when I be packin heat like my weed dealers; shits equivalent when leavin ya muthafuckin dome blown, I'm the dude killin it critical wit syllables when you hear it; and when the beat disappears all you'll hear is me off into the zone. I'm a creature wit future features influincin music as a teacher; schoolin these baby rappers teethin tryin to make moves from the bleachers, like i be sippin liters of e'ther preachin like a reaper bringin that heater like im hella creepin fire thru ya motherfuckin speakers, everythin', i make it hot; studio be a hot box

[i don't come out for air anymore]

I ain't never been a typical rapper to attack a track cuz i am not human, i am a cyborg

[like i was born]

A little deformed wit a bourne supremecy; and i be taken it airborn stormin the air waves lyrically
Versatility wit that delivery; killin them metaphors; word play on point? [PHBTTT] nobody ain't fuckin wit me
And i hardly got any body fuckin wit me cuz i be to much of a savage when rappin wit no chill
Cuz you see, i dont just bully a beat i body that bitch against its own will

[i am strange]
With my music; i put my life to lines in a rhyme then i abuse it
Hit the stage then release some rage; ill never change; easin my evil ways that this evil influenced

Im tired of these bitches runnin wit lips sayin i ain't wit the shit but know i kill it every milli second spittin and shittin on critics
Gettin em ta shit they b'riches like im in it ta get it wit the recognition then kick em dead in the ass wit a vengenace like lyrical meance on a misson
Every min to anybody out ta stop me ima body em wit a labotomy then send they body to a coffin
Cuz i got problems that can be solved with a revolver bein a royal pain in the ass when ya'll yankee'in in my kauffman cuz ive never been the type of dude to make some proper moves like JL be the tunes wit the DIBKIS on my mood
Mad whitey be to extreme for damn near every team so i gotta stay independent doin with what i do
With nothin to lose when im snappin off at shows and them big wigs notice the flow
Cuz i get complimeneted everyday wit oppurtunites but its nothin new to me when the shits never showed

[like bro]

"you got so much talent like why arent you famous"
I here it every fuckin week wit people praisin me but if you dont support it; its kinda hard for me to fuckin make it
Cuz even my haters know i rape and cut up a track naked like a savage metaphorical wit the [BLACK DAHLIA]
Cuz i be nawlin a beat {RAW ON-YA} not give a fuck if you like it or not wit the emotions {IM CAUSIN' YA]

Sadly thats probably why tech never called me back; he heard my tracks i sent and then he thought twice
And i ain't mad at the man for not gettin back cuz it just made me and my rhymes more precise
[real talk]
I been around for a {HOT MIN] bustin them rounds like its [MOB BUSINESS]; trigger happy choppin it all wit it; ima killa
While lit like a fuckin blunt wit no fucks to give; im blunt and turnt up like some malt liquor

Even my city dont know how to take me but they know i can kill shit
Cuz theyve witnessed it in some form of it; i ain't the type of KC murderer ta go unoticed

I ain't made for [errbody] but i been doin this for [errbody]
My shits to fuckin real for most cuz most are use ta radio surfin as a hobby
I been Obama Ben-chillin underground where the bombs be
Assassinating speakers like Isis; like im paris'n up these streets
I go beast mode!