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Artwork by Kebo
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lyrics
[Verse 1]
Supernatural selection/
My bars were unearthed next to dead velociraptor remnants/
Tempestuous penmanship/
It'll take more than an early plea to lessen my sentences/
Cuttin edge I perch upon a precipice/
A test specimen, permanently pennin' prejudice/
Mentalist, fit a noose where your necklace is/
Let you swing expressionless just for the hell of it/
My method's like a weapon n it's lethal/
Takin a flyin fuck, see me free fall at G-force/
At the speed of a heat seekin torpedo/
I'm bombin' the colosseums n columns within cathedrals/
Lock n reload, primeval in beast mode/
Sheep's clothes hidin a spine lined wi' steel bolts/
Reinforce each poem wi' diseased flows/
till the beat blows out speakers n earphones/
[Hook]
Real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/
They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/
Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged, up on the summit/
I'm the number one, second to none/
[Verse 2]
Tearin the roof off the hook, bypassin' the chorus/
Without delay, unphased n high voltage/
My opponents suffer from psychosis/
Stunning your growth it's Kryptik fibrosis/
Diagnosis murdered by the dopest/
Explosive, corrosive force I made the poles shift/
Comatosed blowin smoke at the O-Zone/
Forged in the molten core below the ocean/
Weather beat you t'death wi' my vocals/
Hail stones implode as I flame throw snow balls/
At volcanoes, move like a tornado/
Spiraling the eye of the storm to form craters/
Creatin' earthquakes n tsunamis/
Richter scales break, better brace for the damage/
Pyroclastic flows mould your ashes/
Shadows charred on the floor of your own statue/
[Hook]
Real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/
They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/
Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged, up on the summit/
I'm the number one, second to none/
It's the real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/
They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/
Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged/
Any other wordsmith is worthless, you're nothin!/