[Sevin]
Uh
I'ma scoop these rookies like a bag o' Vanz
Battle? Naw
Jabba with a jagged lens
You hate cuz you can't advance
Too late, you had yoh chance
I'm supposed to respect you cuz yoh saggin' pants?
(Sevin spit a flame)
Naw mayne
Spit an avalanche
Cold as the driven snow
Gettin' low, 64
Switchin' like Whitney off of a Mickey
In a fittin' blow
The dough can't save yah
Get yoh flow choked like the Superbowl hopes of the Oakland Raiders
This is no Fantasia
It's real as the hand of God
Verbal execution
As abusive as a canon ball
The size of my own fist
Thrown from the deck of a pirate ship
To yoh dome with yoh neck
No respect
I write using hieroglyphs
For these biters with they eyes on this Russel Crowe
Gladiator stylus
And I came to claim what's been ours
I'm feared yet revered like the ghost of the Twin Towers
[hook] (x2)
I don't make moves with dudes that think they're so clever
Fo' cheddah
We sow sweaters in warm weather
Radar
I see through the storm weather
So stay hard
The more getta the more better
[Signist]
When I wuz 16
Paris did not see Marion Jones
I jump started my career as an heir to the throne
To what do I owe?
This flow that's been bestowed upon me
So one thing I know
My last column contains an oh
(oh!)
You shouldn't verse me
Cuz I believe like John Creese from the Kobra Kai
That the enemy deserves no mercy
Firstly
I just want to point out
You a little kid with the flow
(Ah!)
You survivin' in nursery
(Heh)
Eternally
I use these tracks to speak internally
So everytime
You spit whack, I take it personally
I show verse adversity
I'm driven by stress
And the co-pilot's tryna murder me
The rhythm is d**h
Trust me
This ain't the Art of War
This is the art of destruction
Of which you on the wrong side of it
Respect Dr. King fo' the way he was peaceful
But he wuz wrong
All men weren't created equal
Listen to me then listen to Sevin
It's easy to see that we breathe at a different level
And I rep Christ despite the media
Forget writing these raps now
I'm tryna write encyclopedias
Smooth talks as Sac's mousse
Vivid and soft
Infinite thoughts that cross my adrenaline often
In Cali they rock red socks but not from Boston
I draw brigs that lift up
You do not want to cross 'em
[Hook]
[Sevin]
With the voice of Mike Myers, with Rick, Plies
And trip wires
I'm b**by-trapping the game to rip lies
And I maneuver like the dude from the Borne Identity
Pursued till subdued
Or I mourn my enemy
I'm more like Kennedy
Backed to the left
Packin' a venacular strapped back in a wrap to yoh breath
The cloak soft
These clay mates of rappers is so soft
Bring out the bombs and have them looking like Tom
Broke off the Nepalm
Spit'n my rely in the LP
Wrap yoh dome wit' a chrome cloth
Can you smell me
I wrote this quote with Mary Shelly
Sittin' on a package that the Unibomber mailed me
Kaboom!
Resume the union
These humans ruined
HOGMOB preludes the viewin' process
I'ma hostage of purification
This whole game's under severe
Rennovation
[Hook]