[Verse 1: Gemin1]
So, rapping, and I will smack these wack rappers lack tracking down and then I'll slap 'em to the flashback
Put that sack on their head, I'm coming with the attack busting with my gat, bringing the flak that'll make you fall back
You set back, I'll step back, unpack this payback, cook your brains into my flapjacks, negative feedback from your anxiety attack, you a insomniac, you an amnesiac, run you down with the cadillac, adorned with the union jack, I'm the maniac megalomaniac
I'm holding my Tec Nine, if you disrespect mein norm
Ain't lying when I say, it's the calm before the lyrical storm
Bad Season, maybe Winter, you ain't seen The Worst form
k**er with Anghellic tendencies, with Absolute Power coming like a snowstorm
With the power of the seven all in all without six, I'm ready
This is my religion, please be Everready, I'm steady, does it look as though these lyrics are cuneiform
If Misery Loves Kompany then I need some goddamn company to comfort me
My Special Effects come from Something Else that I spit, sick lyrics like KOD when I'm in it, I'm a k**er, I'm Strange, out of my brain, I don't need your company to comfort me
I'll knock you with my knee, so you see three spirits, like Scrooge, I'm the Banshee
Mixing plates at the gates of Hell, Welcome to the Strangeland, my main man
Strangulate you if go against, Strangeulate you if you against me, these are Lost Scripts, I'm out of my mind, call me the Kluster, like Custer I muster, my men, to send to Hell and back again
My Evil Brain can manage, but my Angel Heart surely can't, at my Boiling Point the Seepage coming out from my pores, Dark Knight like Bruce Wayne
Therapy needed for this crazy seeded I'm Vintage with my tech, hitting Celcius higher I'm Fahren-high, Kelvin, so when I'm flying higher maybe when I die Show Me a God, I'm So Dope he had to meet me, deceit please, Am I A Psycho?
Burning the World with My Haiku, but I'm Fragile with nitro
Worldwide Chopping it and stopping and hopping it, Rhyno
So please Love Me Tomorrow, I ain't no Cult Leader, travelling to Hokkaido On the Bible to write a haiku with the maestro, I'm a lyrical pyro!
[Verse 2: Zeo]
Channeling all of my energy through seven chakras
These constant energy struggles, rapping my mantra
Thirteen, this is the playground so say now, my aura
My nightdreams, and my daymares, ain't got nuttin' on me
With the recession proof I am here to prove that the goddamn economy
Ain't stopping me, stripping your of your ego with my new codename being Zeo
Capturing the enemy soldiers, I'm an iron giant, with actuality
I'm ubiquitous everywhere God can't stop me, you're a wannabe from Tennessee, cutting you up with my machete
I'm stuck on an island with beliebers and believers
So give me my Halo, let's head to the thrift store, I'm the Master Chief, with my cleaver
Take Me to Your Leader, in the future I'll be vintage see, you better believe I'll achieve
The War Within, I guess you could say it's a Soiree, specifically for the skeptics, writing on the thinnest line, please recognise me as I burn my flows, indeed, you are naive, please percieve!