Clear Soul Forces - Sparring Session lyrics

[Verse 1: Noveliss] Yo, when we do this, fans throw they hands up like Wacky-waving-inflatable-arm flailing-tube man Pack a venue, put the stage on the menu Continue coming with force out of this world like the Ginyu You ain't never seen this, kid from the future Unsheathing his genius, trunks on some DBZ sh** My mic check's the kiss of the dragon Jet Li in a black mask, kicking late supporters off the back of the bandwagon The boom bap Ermac, using sorcery to kick raps with African American black magic [Verse 2: L.A.Z.] f** a gun, purple [?] my DBZ sh** Cut a rapper tongue while he emceeing, he ain't even see it [?] I'm coming like them WorldStar punches The crowd start forming then yo heart start thumping Ba** pumping, moving yo feet, we shaking up the streets Godzilla feet, beat Rodan in a beat [Verse 3: Noveliss] [The Mandalore?] metaphors, bounty hunting Boba Fett, Megazord Punching out contenders like Ganondorf While these labels using interpolation to hide samples Removing the soul, the jungle of radio club anthems Too creative for living dormant – super human black boy Vocally Virgil Hawkins, static shocking my chakras The dialect is electric The luminous explosion of energy outshine the whole galaxy Supernova soliloquies [Verse 4: L.A.Z.] The lyrical lobotomist As I break ground, sonar, my boom bap rocking sh**, I shift the continent Word is bond with beats like a symbiote Building pyramids with all my mental blocks Beat a beat, could be the Ramses of the rap scene Pharaohs and free kings blessing download links, preach Say your graces, hail marying they faces They Pastor Ma$e and the Bad Boys have been forsaken [Hook x2] Relay the message, thumping in your section It's not a cypher, this is a sparring session Use your mind as a weapon, we detonate on a record T-minus 3, 2, 1 seconds, now mic check it [Verse 5: Noveliss] Pacifist kids turn anarchist The archer artist adjust the scope, focused as Clint Barton Bending corners with a poison gas arrow for six targets Don't get me started, uh, spawn and dearly departed Bringing maximum carnage, be your own Basquiat Put yourself in your art and originality's tarnished by Fear, not belonging, that's what you walk on your own two for Welcome to the Clone War [Verse 6: L.A.Z.] Repeat it, tell ‘em copy that I have ‘em saying 10-4 - n***a 10-4 Gamma rays, microwaves, and tinfoil Sparking minds, young intellectuals, I am light, illuminate We as bright as a bezel, that's why we shining on levels Keep an eye on the treble Downloading an album, Jack Sparrow [Verse 7: Noveliss] We stick to the script, but coffee stains turn me to improv You couldn't hang with a sprained ankle, escaping the lynch mob Mechanical maniac, mechanism do the knowledge Cannibalistic mind opening Anthony Hopkins I got a jetpack with two handles made out of microphones Blast these raps off when I blast off Leonidas when writing, two hundred and ninety nine people behind Soldiers without the guns The one, the author from Sparta they bring us to be fearless Surround us with d** and violence Then move to the suburbs where cops become your new rivals (Sir, do you know what I'm stopping you for?) [Verse 8: L.A.Z.] As the world keep spinning ‘round, thunder clouds, lightning showers Shining down, raining, hit the ground and burn down the town Staring at these man-made bright lights I got sun in my eyes, my lids wide [Shut like Tom Cruise hitting control on a incline?] I'm climbing – staring at these walls, all four sides For three nights, I ain't even blink twice One time behind me, one time beside me Looking up, up in the sky, praying that I start flying Like angels with wings and a halo, they know f** do they know, these kids shooting like it's Halo 4 With 4-5's, where we tell ‘em [Hook x2] [Outro]