Beat Butcha - Beat Butcha Get Em lyrics

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Beat Butcha - Beat Butcha Get Em lyrics

[Intro: Canibus] Yeah, Melatonin Magik Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Chopp Devize, Canibus {*echoes*} [Verse One] Undergod soldier, running off toasting A notebook and vocals, a smidge overdosing Even when the D-boy system not coasting You hear my spoken better than when Rae lost his focus Crystallized opiate to victimize opponents With addictive lines coated in, snares and some solar hits Motive is to sew up in ya, dopest with a doper grit Son, Can-I, and I, Pai Mai's chosen men Transcontinental connoisseurs of the art of war Knocking off non-essential artists which ya shopping for The buck stops when I step in the voicebox And unload bars like they're several joy shots Yellow light caution, my melatonin's arching Sleep on me, and I'ma get to sleep stalking Technicians of lyrics, racketeering of sound That'll surely be your last at your burial grounds [Verse Two] Ayyy~! Get 'em, metaphorically speaking, this set of bars Is letting off till several squads is deaded and weakened Or probably beheaded and beaten, severed and leaking I get it, started like before I parted I settled in Eden But evolved over the course of time More was just forced to fall off course for the shine (yeah!) I'm the ultimate, no alternate Swords can give, darts with tips, dipped in arsenic Most sound like nothing like after me Track murdered the graveyard's busting at the seams (When I crush) like a nug out of the bag of the trees To be honest, your rhymes sound like rotten to me (word) I'm the sun, I'm the rise, and the fall When I die and collapse the whole sky'll dissolve (Yeah) And I fight for the cause You should say my name first when describing the boss [Verse Three] Put up your laptop break the boombox plug your infantry your iPod No need for tough talk, or rocking up in the streets with Krylon Hip-Hop is not forgotten, its been watered down like {?} Tick tock me waving the time bomb, blowing it up so it don't die off That's why I'm on the job with balls to supercharge your ions I be the icon you read about in multiple {?} Consulted by God, still open the third eye like I'm a Cyclops To keep my mind strong, I memorize entire rhyme blogs Emcees try hard, but many just get sunk like a battleship And missing a bunch of requirements like {?} an asterisk Fact or fiction I can't tell the difference when half of these rappers spit Ignorant, I bet they don't even know what the meaning of wackness is You actually think you're good, sorry man, your talent is absent kid I guess them folks won't ever be dope no matter how much they practice it Illy inject the game with pa**ion, putting an end to the abstinence There's so many things for you to fathom but for now it's cla** dismissed [Canibus] (Get 'em!) As we proceed to MC Keep it real recognize the sk**s over the beat Hold up, don't shine your boots up, you still s** You can't rhyme like this, unless you rhyming with US f** the questions~! Find out for yourself You got to find out who you help Service to brothers, service to others, service to self There's no way to tell Even if you got a mic in your grill You wanna sell? It's got nothing to do with being ill I rock bells with a gla** of water and a melatonin pill Put your soul into a spell, stay still The universe moving at a pace, perhaps it'll all be revealed For me this all happened because of a record deal For you, this happened because of what you all feel And now nobody can copy me, I am my own technology You pay homage to me electronically One out of three speak about they flawed philosophies Betrayal, that is the cause of all hypocrisy We are living in the garden of technocracy I am my own technology, ten thousand G What's the weight of a light beam? Ask k**ah Priest He gon' tell you that your soul is not ready to be released I'm a king with a slave's pair of feet, a flat-footed freak I walk around hooded in the streets Looking for beats, the djinn creep looking for beef They looking for the emcees with the invisible speech So do not even look up at what you are beneath Just stare straight ahead and pretend you're on the beach My breathing becomes labored after they shock me with a taser I fell to my knees then they shot me with a laser Beat Butcha, one thousand bar street pusher like that Snap, spring coil tap, release trigger Melatonin Magik, metal drones with payload attachments Shoot me in the head till I stop rapping Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Propane Germaine One day I'm a show you what we all made Melatonin Magik, the golden child chanted Daddy, the cell phone got too much static Melatonin Magik is now tracking all known air traffic Unknown traffic, just red flag it Melatonin Magik, go to sleep, do not panic The heart of your soul is in the planet Melatonin Magik, turn your face to the left you maggot Don't look at me unless you want a challenge (Get 'em!) Architect, Chopp Devize Reverse polarity, optic eyes in the skies Melatonin Magik for minds like mines Like mines, like mines, like mines s

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