[VERSE ONE- MC BREW]
I know you like it
Enticing with my sidekicks
I more than just try this
Never derogatorily hype it
Motherf**ers act like they don't like my style
Go ahead, turn around and...Bite it!
What the f** you think you handin' me?
A calamity? Way too underhanded
See my rib cage when I'm fully engaged
Now how hungry is that?
Some are just embarra**ing when they expose their dummy a** raps
Expressin' nothing, bluffin', always fronting a sack
Then why from the tongue do you act
Like you can maintain? I'm in the lab chillin' like Bunsen Honeydew
Encompa** you, eat like some streets are made from sesame
Why these kids stressing my chemistry
Testing my reputation, couldn't wait to try to get the f**in' best of me
‘Cuz you hating for years
I've stayed patient, evolved to stage
From spitting in my mom's basement
Now how's that taste, b**h…?
[VERSE TWO- THE TOP CIVILIAN]
My psyché can handle you and two of Who's Army
Choose to lose a part of me in a tune whose harmony soothes
But still a part of me seeks that freedom
Until each pore bleeds some reasons for more needs I'm needin'
Much needed up-keep involving “Late Night with Carson”
Steady blowing up Hip-Hop like a suicide bombing!!
Not violently advocating views of pro-peace....
Just trying to be a dreamer in a world with no sleep
Your turn to bleed and drip at slow-mo speed
It hurts the first instant than all you do is breathe
It's the after-effects, re-occurring patterns of stress
Runnin' through the trenches in biké shorts of Spandex
Broken fences, it's the home of the roamin' Catholic
Listening to MC's who rap with no apparent talent
I won't blend in the struggle; my point is far from subtle
Same odds of being rubble as your average space shuttle
[VERSE THREE]
[MC BREW]
Spew mad amounts of bile getting wild up in this place
Call it biological terror when I'm spitting in your face
Why would I wanna follow those that's quitting at this race
With a piss poor pace?
But your taste is strictly for the rats
You have no spinal cord intact
And when it's time for war you find some poor excuse to refuse and even fight back
[THE TOP CIVILIAN]
I torture Foreigners until they see “Double Visions”
A coroner daydreamin' about the un-living
Purposely sinnin' by removing the tags from the mattress
Knowing nuns ain't the only ones with bad habits
Straying from the train tracks
The same tasks are attracting chicks with fake racks
But I reign fast...
[MC BREW]
Words etched that stress- a sort of maniacal edge
While you're in denial to no end
Your no friend bellowing jealousy and relishing on false integrity
Apparently you've inherited
Are you scared when I care and weave a narrative?
If I cut and make you bleed, it's rare that you even live
[THE TOP CIVILIAN]
...so open your ears to this lyrical fitness
I don't listen to myself, much less any critics
So pad and pen it, Penn and Teller. Feel stellar
Not sad like at the end of the movie “Old Yeller”
I'm a beached whale that's straight spittin' up Jonah
Takin' random excerpts from the book that I wrote ya
So don't quote me boy, ‘cause I ain't said shhh...