Training Season

[Intro: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Yeah
It's training season, yeah that's right
I'm dropping an album with MicSteam (MicSteam)
What the fuck you on about? (Nothing, bitch)
I'll start it off, yo

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
It's time to whoop you into shape, bass hook you in the face
Insane lyricals took you to a place of no return
Where you're walking, your toes will burn
Strict lectures detected and the dumbest of hoes can learn my strategy
Unearthing a verbal assault and battery
The goal of half of these half-minded dolls are saddening
Can't flatter me with your feminime ways
I'm the rap game's Schwarzenegger, came to put an end to your days
It's training season, brains are bleeding pertain the reason's unknown
I ain't the IRS but I'll season your home with a fatal swing
Scoop it up, running and cradling it like Jerry Rice
I'm very nice with these amazing strings I put together
The Book of the Wreck ain't covered in leather, it's human skin
I'm moving in with these two chrome Berettas like Denzel
You're even knocking for the intel, but this ain't training day - it's season
The movie won't end well for you, bitch
For you or your bitch, so take your pick
'Cause I'm sick when I spit ripgut spit at you like a Ithica
Get your stuff, get up, get it, hit the bricks, I'm the sickest of the sick
And I could give a fuck, when I kicks it I get bitches, it's the sss-
That you're fearing a snake hissing, in the distance of danger
This my jam but it won't jam in the chamber
It'll leave you stiffer than fossilized tree sap [?]
And if your bitch bumping gums, I'ma hang you like Wilt Chamberlain, get it?
That means I'm punching the rim, dunking it in and hanging on it
Making it rain brains and vomit
I ain't atomic but I'm splitting your citrus open like an atom
But there's one [?] leaving it cracked in half when I bat him
You can't hang with me, work a pencil to range with me
It's training season, weeding out the weak
Like the dentist retrieving your teeth, then we giving 'em all a reason to bleed
Bitch, and that's why MicSteam came with me - Training Season
What they want from it?
What they want from it though? They ain't fucking with the flow
We be killing everything in our path, that's for show
Training Season

[Verse 2: MicSteam]
Is it the word that I'm a big ass dick?
You the inverted version, I'ma take em on excursion
But first, I need to make sure that my furnace is working
For the ones lurking, I'm a person, you a circuit for certain I'm serving
Knock you out your body like thirdperson, shot like a [?]
It's training season, boy, you gon' learn today
Spit so hard, I make 'em burn away
Dude, like basketball y'all need to fade away
Put 'em in the back of the shack kinda like Layaway
I'm higher than 90 degrees above Iraq predator drones
I'm shredding their bones, stab 'em with the tip of the microphone
It's Attack of the Clones, I carry chrome for skin-bone separation
Take observation while I'm operating, open your brain up to new ideas
It's the lyrical coliseum, call it how I see 'em
If you can't understand my words, I'm from the underground so I'm from under the Earth
I get in front of 'em first, then I kill 'em with a lethal burst
No wonder it hurts, put 'em under a curse then I deliver the murder
DNA and MicSteam go hamburger, but it's more like raw meat
Put back the draw sheet, why you trynna stall me?

[Outro: MicSteam]
Yeah, haha
Uh, yeah we gon' get this right here, man
Uh, some of that ripgut