whats real when we live in a world full of artificials/
black white rap rock middle issues packing racials/
fake immitation the whole nation be looking like cormmecials/
I don't spit rap neither hip hop I just flip that/ make u love that/
like a bitch on a dick you wanna get a taste of that/
quit your whole mission to observe your habitat/
soldier life fatigues cause me to hate on all mc's/
net c's, cipher cats all got 1 thing in common you still wack/
hide behind the tight ones or the desktops I still give u no props/
civilisation was never in my contemplation sessions when I think of a**a**inations/
extraterrestrial mission objectives and to abduct who ever opposses the skill I possess/
real definition of real I'mma give Realising Everything Ain't Lasting/
doubt that its ur problem cause what I say is my problem/
flip and still bring you data like a modem/
one double nine zero zero one zero seven/
flip it and take you to heaven a dozen times/
1,2 several times/ 6,7, eightral times /
I crack ur skull from behind to expose whats at the back of ur thought/
you ought to feel what we all fought for "THE REAL HIP HOP"
well I'm done with the discussion of suggesting whats real and whats not/
focus on the needle in my hand as I spin it to stab your man's in the eye/
pull out the retina trans-atlantic surgeon procedures to disconnect ur satures/
past present future killing manouvers/ ur mind is locked in a primitive scenario/
b4 the jesus model in Rio de Janeiro/ u cats is still acting like Robert de Neiro/
Natzzi Hitler feeling to kill yet another Negro/ be the exorcist like Necro/
South Arabian killing process put you on the crucifix until your lungs run dry from screaming/
only to wake up soaked in blood to prove you weren't dreaming/
you gotta earn every single word you spit/ like you went and bought
a stencel with an HB pencel made with custom German designs/
fill up ur dome with warning signs/ cause when the sword attacks
I flips every and anything in my path/ ur rhymes is like a pregnant bitch's wrath/
After that... somebody tells he eats peanuts....... well
cynical Rap, I wouldn't mind if you don't belive me/
Slit your throat open to see if its my Raps you be eating//
A twelve inch dagger on your back call Bat and swordman to resuscitate you/
Cos I decapite Fools; in a full 360 degree slay then I prey on you//
Cunnibal insticts and my spit is of a poisonous kind/
I tressurerous mind/ and a murderous nine/
A clip; full of hits; and an inverterous spine//
Now check me out; like Im a valuable paper/
I Slay The cop, the officer even the station Ranger//
My Nails are Razors, Flip it: connect, and then I poke a stranger/
You cant be lookin at me dude im a walking virus/
the reason you don't know Johnny the Syrus//
Im Capital Fool; You like food In an Animal's Booth/
Aint no way Im letting you move//
I use yo bones as drum sticks in ritual calling for Tim Buc Too/
And then When saturday hits; ke moqebelo, the 6th day dude//
You's a fag; I hook you six-gay-noodle/
F@#$^%#$7%^$&@%^*&&%#6 RAP......... Im too twisted for IT..................
sick niceness
sick on the mic and quick on the keyboard/
my wrists covered in icy stones/
my name is punchlineitself for real/
catch me on the streets signing illegal deals/
mad the great, you late like the balls of pig/
my line more painfull than a bee when it sting/
my verse is more coupt than zuma and thint/
it rains money in my mind everytime i spit/
i flip magzz, i snatch of your duragg/
i diss magz and steal his chicks bag/
a 44 mag emptied in your f***ing back/
my pants saggin coz of the pockets full of stacks/
you wouldnt steal my money even if you got a chance/
