Verbal Assault
Oh shit lil n***a gotta listen when he spitting
Like Sylvesta, I shower saliva out the mouth my raps are constantly spewing
Every beat I rap on, No, I never murder it
It commit’s suicide, my lyrics it can’t handle it
Cuz my flow is so flawless
I am a lyrical artist
The bars are my brushes
The beat is my canvas
With every word I utter I create a stroke of genius
Construct exquisite masterpieces
Like Michelangelo. Call me Mr. Pablo
You’d step before me my verses would leave you disfigured like a Picaso
So if you start shit you tripping asshole
I might be a infant to the game
A misfit deemed unfit shit will never be same
Like a joint that's desperate, I must be lit
Go retarded when I spit
Regurgitate everything writ
Ten with a pen my mind cannot withstand it
I must vomit, On the mic I'mma bulimic
Tossing up verses that'll make you disgusted
I'm sick no amount of medicine
Can heal me to 100 percent
No pharmaceuticals from street or hospital
Can cure my health once again
My flow is so contagious when I spit
You get hit simultaneous
Everybody getting height of this
Everybody getting high ta dis
Like H1N1 everybody getting sick when I spit
I'm flaring up like a venereal disease
Bulletin from the CDC
I'm unstoppable there's just too many viruses like me
17 years of sleep awaken like a cicada off a tree
Cuz when you rapping
You gotta listen to your heart
Listen to the beat
Listen to rhythm
The rhythm of the street
Open up your eyes
Open up your ears
Cuz when I lay down bars
Your confined to your seat
Warden to the rap game
Your Jail house meat
I'm raw, like thai food
I be flowing up a storm, typhoon
Fuck around getcho ass stabbed with a spoon
Insane but the game got no room
Full of retards attempting poetry, I am who they choose
Found me in the shed with the rest of the tools
My job is to screw back the screws
So they won't come loose
Hip-hop paid its due's
It's time for somebody to do the dew
Climb up the mountain and plant the flag
Hip-hop is staying at the top it's never going back
Cuz my divine lines, defy rhymes, your mind defines, as sublime
ILLMINDS Polluting peoples minds with verses unheard
When we yell Move Bitch don't tell me it's Ludacris, shit ain't absurd
We trampling Emcee's, Lion King Herd
Call me an Angry Bird
Flyer than a G6, fuck the pigs
I'm pissed off, sipping Smirnoff
I'll smack your smirk off
Let me take you whack rappers back to school
Sit down, write a paper that concludes, With the thesis
When I'm writing a paragraph I don't need a Theseus
All you MC's are Minotaurs
I'm Matador
I need a Challen-jor
Grab life by the horns and I snap em
You MC's are pussy's like Dodge I Ram em
I'm sick and I talking germs
Cuz n***a I'm fresh
Shit I'm so clean
My girl is a hygienist
She gave me an Oral-B
R.I.P to this motherfucking beat
Like Sylvesta, I shower saliva out the mouth my raps are constantly spewing
Every beat I rap on, No, I never murder it
It commit’s suicide, my lyrics it can’t handle it
Cuz my flow is so flawless
I am a lyrical artist
The bars are my brushes
The beat is my canvas
With every word I utter I create a stroke of genius
Construct exquisite masterpieces
Like Michelangelo. Call me Mr. Pablo
You’d step before me my verses would leave you disfigured like a Picaso
So if you start shit you tripping asshole
I might be a infant to the game
A misfit deemed unfit shit will never be same
Like a joint that's desperate, I must be lit
Go retarded when I spit
Regurgitate everything writ
Ten with a pen my mind cannot withstand it
I must vomit, On the mic I'mma bulimic
Tossing up verses that'll make you disgusted
I'm sick no amount of medicine
Can heal me to 100 percent
No pharmaceuticals from street or hospital
Can cure my health once again
My flow is so contagious when I spit
You get hit simultaneous
Everybody getting height of this
Everybody getting high ta dis
Like H1N1 everybody getting sick when I spit
I'm flaring up like a venereal disease
Bulletin from the CDC
I'm unstoppable there's just too many viruses like me
17 years of sleep awaken like a cicada off a tree
Cuz when you rapping
You gotta listen to your heart
Listen to the beat
Listen to rhythm
The rhythm of the street
Open up your eyes
Open up your ears
Cuz when I lay down bars
Your confined to your seat
Warden to the rap game
Your Jail house meat
I'm raw, like thai food
I be flowing up a storm, typhoon
Fuck around getcho ass stabbed with a spoon
Insane but the game got no room
Full of retards attempting poetry, I am who they choose
Found me in the shed with the rest of the tools
My job is to screw back the screws
So they won't come loose
Hip-hop paid its due's
It's time for somebody to do the dew
Climb up the mountain and plant the flag
Hip-hop is staying at the top it's never going back
Cuz my divine lines, defy rhymes, your mind defines, as sublime
ILLMINDS Polluting peoples minds with verses unheard
When we yell Move Bitch don't tell me it's Ludacris, shit ain't absurd
We trampling Emcee's, Lion King Herd
Call me an Angry Bird
Flyer than a G6, fuck the pigs
I'm pissed off, sipping Smirnoff
I'll smack your smirk off
Let me take you whack rappers back to school
Sit down, write a paper that concludes, With the thesis
When I'm writing a paragraph I don't need a Theseus
All you MC's are Minotaurs
I'm Matador
I need a Challen-jor
Grab life by the horns and I snap em
You MC's are pussy's like Dodge I Ram em
I'm sick and I talking germs
Cuz n***a I'm fresh
Shit I'm so clean
My girl is a hygienist
She gave me an Oral-B
R.I.P to this motherfucking beat