Eyedea
Monster Inside
[Intro]
Doing this shit now? Word up

[Verse 1]
Yo, there's a monster inside me
And I'd hide because from any tiny disruption, you'll find the destruction of all MCs
Fall and freeze with your hands behind your back, your man will find you fractured
I attack first and leave last, so I'm walking away laughing
"Stay passive" I tell myself, but aggression's my weapon of choice
Can you feel me? Fuck if you can feel me or not
Cuz really it's not for you, I fill in the potholes of hip hop with skills
Head for the hills if you wanna keep that head for real, cuz I intend to kill
I belch more flavor than you will with four more years of experience
Here's a tip: quit rhyming quick, your shit's got me infurious
Seriously monstrous is how I'm acting, plowing wack men down to fractions
Bouncing back in different form with abnormal reactions
You were warned: don't be rapping, fasten your seatbelt and chill
Feel the heat melt your grill, the monster's coming out to kill
I feel him still in my brain's position, itching for this win, it's in my blood to kill
What's even stranger is his anger's wrapped up with a bunch of skill
It doesn't feel right to let a fake MC walk away from me not bleeding
Even if I liked him as a person, I have to hurt him just for teasing
Me and my lyrics are tight like bark to a tree or snow to winter season
We're alone at night - I start to emcee even when I'm sleeping
Eating you is healthy cuz you're not phat, got that?
In fact, you're quite nutritious, I might do dishes with your watery ass
You gotta be fast to escape my grasp, but what makes me laugh is your fake ass tracks
I'm breaking backs with raps over anything, my voice is echoing like-
This was the Grand Canyon but this man standing in front of you
Peak, as the monster comes to fuck up your crew
[Verse 2]
I have illogical deep dark dreams where I follow you to the sweet park scene
And see me starting to perform on human pain infliction actions
"Maybe it's an accident" my conscious tells me
But it's a full Moon so soon, I'll return to my resting place
I'm feeling restless weight, I wipe my sweaty face, it was just a dream
But manifested through my flows, a monster grows
I gotta go get a cup of tea and relax as I realize no one can fuck with me and my raps
You're trapped in a realm of wackness and ain't coming back like flashes of acid trips
I have to rip your tongue out; come out and get it back, you bitch!
You'll be rhyming in a puddle of your own blood after this
Pop, suddenly you're bubbling, funny thing I thought you would just die
Cuz my lyrics are monsterfying, sorry to leave your momma crying
But I need to eat you, it's an urge from within
No, I don't really chew on you and spit the words I'm kicking
So within my own analysis, my style is crisp; so listen for a flaw
I get calluses from gripping the mic so hard, you're like "Oh, God
Please come to my rescue!" But he told me to test you
For messing with hip hop, you get dropped, then rhyming cops come arrest you
When it's time to stop, I don't expect you to keep flowing
I'll call the next crew cuz you got me dozing, you're weak, slow, and cheap posing
To be an MC, I'll leave your beat broke and your beets roasting from these hot lyrics
You're like cheap clothes in dates - you don't belong here, kid
I'm stronger with my shit than lumberjaxes with axes
Your stomach acid is active cuz my attack is massive
Biting back with magical lyrical tactics deteriorating inferior, failing MCs
When I get hot, I'm nearly 280 degrees, you're making me sneeze!
My allergies are highly sensitive to no achievement
It's impossible to stop the monster flow so believe it
I'll make you eat shit and wash it down with coffee grounds, you crossed the boundaries
I'm on the brink of insanity, for some odd reason surrounding me's
Too many undeveloped pitiful rhymes, my riddles blow minds
I leave you paralyzed when I chisel yo spine, a paradise for a monster
Is it divine? Abilities is ready to dine and conquer
Mine'll stomp yours, I'm a lot worse than them fictional motion pictures, so
Don't get me confused with Jason or Michael Myers
You'll be stuttering over my words, tumbling like clothes in a dryer
Most men perspire from the first verse, but worse: you're head's rolling like tires
Like my eyes were when you were flowing, didn't no one admire
You're just showing you're tired - well I suggest you leave before shit gets cryptic
So when you find mutilated bodies in the crowd, you know who ripped it
[Outro]
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