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[Verse 1]
[?], bionic, sounds of electronic harmonics
Travel at speeds that's supersonic
With no friction,â
Iâ
call this micsâ
for the mission
For electromag' waves forâ
those that hope to listen
Compounded, compressed, transmitted and recieved
[?] ofâtheâsamples,âlyrics can seeâthrough heat
Plus battleâmechs with hot TECs I break necks
With mic checks on any hip hop set
[?] you're waitin', penetrating
Your rhymes are creating, [?], biodegrading your mental [?]
Perplex and vex and stress
How many mics I've blessed? I don't know guess, hmm
Far more than I can count on all of the hands
Of all the clocks [?] and I'm still in demand
[Verse 2]
[?] for the [?]
No hesitation, I mutilate the whole creation of Earth
Evil since birth
[?] Terra X [?] humans, while consumin' cess
Goin' to your chest through your soul from inside and out
[?] doubt, hard to maintain blood pressure
911 call, ambulance, homicide on scene
[?] black [?] is why you're coughing up bodily fluid
You ask why I do this, you got me pissed
When you grew up with the fist of Christ
Behold the pale horse
Fuck with wrong force, cause [?] fatality
Knock you off reality
Off for one reason you try to battle me
MCs ain't ready, pass that microphone to Apathy
[Verse 3]
Microphone mathematics, [?], lines like lithium
Targets are lethargic and meltin' like stalactites
Non-existant, MCs mix down, they wish sound like [?]
Smile when I smash you, small rhyme
You're small time on my planet, I'm gigantic
Sink to the bottom of Atlantic like Titanic
When I transmit I get deep like scrolls of Sanskrit
And make Jehovah's Witness like [?] pamphlet
Ask for more [?] shit, they strain vocal chords screamin' Apathy
Smashin' your Versace, Tommy Hilfiger fallacy
Fuck raps and salary, [?] video sets and [?] reality
I leave verbal casualties casually
[?] rock mics and MCs must've forgot how I stay fit
Thugs-n-Harmony? That's some gay shit
Only [?] to suburban kids who play it
Nah, don't say shit, you nasty, dirty like a derelict
My style is unseen like Jews sprayin' the [?] Farrakhan
[?] Christopher Reeves runnin' the marathon
Murderous lyricist, lyrical terrorist
The ruggedness, lyrical terrorist