Al'Tarba - Next Level lyrics

[Verse 1: Possessed & Psiklone] When the fists fly your face is the landing strip Rock your boat and your teeth will abandon ship On sulphuric acid trips Catch my drift and get dragged under the mid Atlantic ridge Anti-philanthropist, antagonist You rappers with no punches - clench your pacifists RA anarchists And if you don't know the ropes then I'll make sure you get the hang of it f** SWAT defences Re-spawn below my enemy, block the entrance and lock the exits I'm not what God intended, non compos mentis Blasphemous, to hell with the consequences Ninja that channels chi Jumping across rooftops spitting crow bars at Brandon Lee Just after you battle me You'll hear 'Finish Him' before I execute the fatality Man of no humanity Show me the full moon and I'll show you full proof of lycanthropy Insanity Hollowed out human heads hang from my haunted house on Halloween Amputee Write bars with disembodied hands and feet like Thing from Addams Family Living catastrophe Began to levitate as I disproved the existence of gravity Assa**inate presidential candidates Have their heads impaled on my palace gates Bathe in gamma rays As a baby you played with rattles, I played with rattle snakes I fire arms and hand grenades Screaming faces are reflected in my metallic blade Blood boils and evaporates At rapid rates and comes crashing back as acid rain [Verse 2: Possessed & Psiklone] My vocals shatter window panes Inhale so hard the broken shards reconstruct in the frame Shake hands and they disintegrate Tattooed with asylum blueprints in case of prison breaks I walked out the back door like Billy Hayes Imitate the k**ings at camp Crystal Lake Rebuilt Rome in a single day Aim to eliminate all living trace of religious faith In a fit of rage I throw a discus with such force it won't fall till the next Olympic Games Pissing in the wind of change Torture methods to my madness - I bring the pain Breathe and stop Take me with a pinch of salt and 100 litres of tequila shots [Hold up] grab a gallon of cold blood A packet of Pro Plus, back them and go nuts Look but don't touch I throw punches with the strength of silverbacks - knock out your gold fronts War machine My voice don't just stimulate ear drums it awakens dormant genes Run towards the sea Before we reach the shore the water forms as steam before our feet [Concrete jungle] I walk the streets And free fall asleep from the tallest trees like autumn leaves Sole survivor of a dead chain gang Drag the other carca**es across a wasteland Next level, make a change to your game plan My brain scan results are the same as the Rain Man's Psychotic compulsions and urges Spit on your grave ‘til the corpse floats to the surface Realize what I wrote in my verses So my existence negates the phrase 'nobody's perfect' [Bridge] Yeah we back again, yeah we back again Back to back again back to back - RA Yeah we back again, yeah we back again Back to back again back to back - RA