Clear Soul Forces - Insane lyrics

[Verse 1: Noveliss] The verbal a**a**in pull out a napkin Wipe the lens off of the Sniper before I blast it Target acquired, click, blaow, hip hop Halo, hit the DJ from the radio in the headphones Put an end to the same five tunes in the afternoon The Molotov monologue, smash a stereo to a fragment with that abstract sh** Kicking a** in a Jason Mask, Casey Jones, put down the hockey stick And choke the life out a beat with a cordless microphone The terminology terrorist, explode you to your burial I'm on another plane with a stealth bomb disguised as a boombox for one of my carry on's The monster just transferred from Transylvania, mastermind, telepathic rap sh** Xavier, snapping a rappers ankle, hit you from Kurt Angles to mangle you without lifting a finger Telekinetic mic checking for my boom bap brethren and rock the set list [Hook] d**h to the radio they ain't playing no jams, no more If you, feeling me then throw up your hands, wave em' from side to side Keep the real sh** alive, explode on the count of three 3 - 2- 1, ah d**h to the radio they ain't playing no jams, no more If you, feeling me then throw up your hands, wave em' from side to side Keep the real sh** alive, explode on the count of three 3 - 2- 1, ah Verse 2: E-Fav] Yo, cut my microphone volume way up past blasting I want them people in the rafters to capture what we imagine A potent infectious virus folding up your speaker boxes Hope she soaking up that knowledge while she giving it Old women ex finite, new dames on demand I walk the way I do to expand vocal elastic bands Wrapped every line land blowing minds That futuristic, realer complistic simplex Syllable iller pimp sh**, whole flavors word play-a- worm hole a black matter molder I'm a creator, chopping through you f**ing haters Got 'em choking off the vapors Slow down baby you f**ing with some n***as who flow round crazy Let's go [Hook] d**h to the radio they ain't playing no jams, no more If you, feeling me then throw up your hands, wave em' from side to side Keep the real sh** alive, explode on the count of three 3 - 2- 1, ah d**h to the radio they ain't playing no jams, no more If you, feeling me then throw up your hands, wave em' from side to side Keep the real sh** alive, explode on the count of three 3 - 2- 1, ah [Verse 3: L.A.Z] Tell me if my flow is crazy, deranged maybe If I threw an old man into an old lady Why I hit they granddaughter while she was chilling with homies Marvin Gaye was playing I call that banging some oldies yo L.A.Z mother f**er I'm calling stations collect, murder my ears, songs they played 'em to d**h Produce a mili like I'm bang-a-la-desh that cash money Or power respect what's your key to life I'm picking the locks at birdman spot in the garage I spotted a Dodge I jacked his Vette then circled the block And heard, yo, whoa, did he really just taser the cops? Hell yeah and your whole cul-de-sac just stood there and watched They were shocked, I plugged in the matrix got lit up by voltage and watts It fried my brains like I'm rolling up pot said, yo Got me questioning why even put that effort in I need Excedrin, headaches from tuning into F and M, I can't eff with them [Hook] d**h to the radio they ain't playing no jams, no more If you, feeling me then throw up your hands, wave em' from side to side Keep the real sh** alive, explode on the count of three 3 - 2- 1, ah [Outro] f** the cops, I don't care Hng, f** the cops