Asgard - Fre9uency lyrics

No one knows the train of thought, I've been the conductor for/ Wonderin, with all that i'm jugglin is there somethin more//\ Couldn't say for certain ain't need curtains in the night Eyes open wide as i'm writin so i can search and strike// For the perfect words on mics with amazin sound f** rough drafts fast enough to take and change around// Lines multiples times before i take em down/ Then think about it out loud before i make a sound// By the time i spit it i've written an intricate Rap that'll leave battle emcees d**h certificates// As they pa** away send em to the afterlife/ The way i hack and slice cats is like makin a sacrifice // Don't ever try this at home cuz this is bad advice/ I smack ya twice with the chrome for tryn' to grab a mic// Disclaimer i don't pack a gat, matter fact Very unnecessary in my childhood habitat// Luckily grew, but with nothin to f**in do/ From mother goose to teenager blazin a blunt or two// In like 5th grade got my first mixtape/ Parental advisory unedited gettin ingrained// The best ever to grip mics/ Spittin sh** until i'm f**in rippin my windpipe// I'm gettin it in like everybody who ever rapped/ Simultaneously i ain't just came to see the cheddar stack// But i'll f**in take the money too/ Choke a groupie dick is a doozy turnin a honey blue// ------------------------ Underground like my rappin grabbin the f**in crown People love the sound write lightnin and bring the thunder down// Get it set off you on the mic then get off/ I'm not pop f** ricky i be the next boss// Vodka n' gin rappin captain gotta be him/ Ya future is lookin impossibly grim; You watch and pretend, that's an act, i grab my swagga back Ya'll don't want war corny like package of crackerjacks// Ya faces slapped n smacked, people will catch blows I speak then gats'll clap- vocabulary that blast holes// Thru ya chest n' gut, your organs are spread the f** Over a radius of pavement sprayin sh** red with guts// You bleedin out.. before you could ever see me count/ Like a referee when i get to three where you sleep's the ground// Go and catch a Z.. my lyrical recipe/ Is inception sh** that i'm pennin's a level never dreamed// No dicaprio f*ggots that got the cash to blow/ Challenge me to a battle bet a stack and i'll gladly flow; And leave you dead with a rap shoot n' produce cadavers quick State facts like information under a snapple lids// Here's a little stat, i'll shatter you brittle cats/ Ya face invite fights, type that a little kid'll smack// School yard b**h, all i'm throwin is hard hits You on the pavement makin' you lay on the boulevard stiff// A ditch ornament decoratin the pot holes I got hot flows when I cum with em i'ma drop loads; Of perfected sentences and it's endless the length of sh** In my memory, i tend to empty the ink from pens// I don't need defense, all my attacks k**/ I rap ill swallowin bottles of advil// Or aspirin when i'm rappin' n' droppin sh** You pussies like vaginas you rhymin like gynecologists// My la cosa nostra flow like the gotti clique When you drop a beat i just hope you know i'ma body it// At a f*ggot i'm gladly blastin the shotty b**h/ Don't gotta run with a tommy gun you would probly miss// I'm not the one you wanna diss bein honest with You that the auidence is never gonna applaud ya sh**// Your soft rap don't even deserve a golf clap Nothin was even kinda good ya lines is jusat all wack// My rhymin is all crack... the china white The fight of iron mic on the mic is what i am rhymin like// You couldn't even get any the people slightly hype I'm speakin like desert eagles when my stylo ignite tonite; Like a second sun how many better or tighter none/ The grim reaper, the kid teach ya to bite ya tongue// I'm sonnin you without maury povich to test the kid/ A single s**m in my scrotum's over intelligence; Levels that you have never met understandings you never get/ I'm brill-i-ant the sk** when I'm spittin is heaven sent// My flow is savage check the swordsman slicin heads from necks I give you post traumatic stress disorder like demented vets// Like i'm morphin into a sorceror send a hex/ Leave you shakin erasin brains like a etch a sketch// I'm comin down on you watch me drop in from out the blue Split you into a mill'ion pieces fore you can count to two// What i'm bout to do is dominate lames You actin shady for fame, i stop ya slaughter the game// Murder the industry i am workin with chemistry Of writin words doper than heisenberg's methamphetamine//