Instrumental: Books Of War by MF Doom & RZA

[First Verse: PepperCorn]
Mate it’s blatant that I don’t rap to make a statement
I rap to keep my vacant looking patients in my basement
But still to my amazement the agents are complacent
So I just don the mask and the machete/ pull a Jason
Adjacent to the pavement/ angry and impatient
A product of society so fussed with segregation
Wow, and you can’t argue with this
It’s like a pyramid scheme the way there’s always a twist
A flick of the wrist/ dismissed before you’ve opened your mouth
So I’ma dry these wet flannels like I’m bringing a drought
I’m hanging them out ‘cause I’m all about tomfoolery
You’ll catch me with the Swazi Gold but I’m not talking jewelry
I know who the rudest be with bachelor’s degrees
And expertise in constant scrutiny/ yeah I do it beautifully
Any opportunity to fuck up my community
I’ll kill the motherfucker then I’ll even read the eulogy
Who’s a G? Presumably these rappers acting frugally
Skinny naked bars like anorexic girls and nudity
Yeah, to those degenerate brehs
Spending all day stoned but sure they’ll all be millionaires
Not handling shares/ see me I’m handling bars
And I’ll be/ nah...*{tape rewind}*
See me I’m handling bars
And I’ll be damned dancing in the sand if they all get cast
[Second Verse: K-Deep]
Bar for bar my target is to bring you fuckers up to par
I can’t believe the shit I hear that gets a pass
Like that’s considered good? I wish you dickheads would
Was a shy child that type-mild getting pissed
And shook of speaking up/ grew into this bully fully formed
My head kept heating up/ my words just couldn’t do the shit
My lyrics could/ so I studied my art just to feel like I was better
Than the others I marked my targets loading my gun up with bars
Start killing all my enemies and filling up caskets
Used to care what people had to say but I don’t give a shit now
Now when they all chat to me I tell ‘em all
“Just get down!”
Covered up my scars/ fuck it, leave ‘em open
Through my wounds you’ll see I’m super-human
And I’m sick/ wow
My eyes are red with no weed
Bloodshot ‘cause my soul bleeds
The juices in my brain are more than potent
It should show throughout this whole thing
It’s best you know by now that you could never stop me when I spit
Man I’m a cocky prick who knows that he can burn you out
And sit back blowing smoke rings
Fuck around and you’ll be on my list
If there’s an opening…
Man I work so much better under pressure
When assembling all these letters
With the intention here of settling our scores
Squeeze the metal get you set on fire
EQ the treble/ pump the bass and shake you to your knees
Like you’ve just seen the next messiah
I channel KRS, DMX and Jay-Z
Rakim, Q-Tip, Andre, Raekwon, Mos Def, 2Pac and Shady
Motherfucker don’t come for me
Filling all my bullets up with lyrical powder
My pen and my pad and my palette
Batter that man that they wanna reckon they’re bad when they rap
And I never wanna be the one to come and fuck up all their planning
‘Cause I never wanna be the one to come and take another dream
And erase it/ my mind keeps on racing
Hence when I’m spitting all my lyrics tend to fill up every millisecond
Fit in all these syllables to kill off all these mini-individuals
I’m feeling too sick to listen to…
Rewind the tape/ remind yourself each line I say
Deciphered right/ a sky of haze full of ash and smoke
Feeling bound to choke is what you get
When I set this fucking mic ablaze
Raw shit/ thoughtless/ held these bars for months
Said “fuck it”/ made the appointment/ had the abortion
I was bored it’s time I called it quits
So here’s my verse I shouldn’t have wrote
And on that note
Fuck the audience!
*{Tape rewinds}*

That was a joke…