Clear Soul Forces - Opening Theme lyrics

[Verse 1: Ilajide] Yo, I'm ill enough to face a hornets nest half naked If we shoot this later your viewers get it through simulation Cause when nameless banging imagination is racing And playing out like a DBZ scene with super Saiyans ascended At the top like a tinted part of your front window Woulda called it a windshield but the sh** didn't rhyme, yo Mutated vocals, wolverine mixed with a blade from Hanzo-Hattori Savage when wordy, destroyer vision glauco-think my sh** is some psycho Telekinetic mind fold, hitting you up with a mic stand Setting up Mr. Socko combatic style is vato Doomsday device a n***a off the cage and f** the top rope Noveliss with the lift and my fist and forearm through your throat Catapulted at eighty mph and feet deep below Phone in them paramedics evac tell 'em get they people How you liking them apples I spit it quick as Carlito Leave you in fetal, n***a [Verse 2: Noveliss] Yelling "flame" on plus I'm a Ninja, no stealth With two molotov co*ktails tied together, I'm using them as nunchucks I'm Michelangelo with 'em, with my face under this mask but I forgot to put the eye holes in it A pyro with a blindfold, belligerent blind fury bending a microphone with the breath of General Iroh Arsonist live shows, spit for defense the Praying Mantis Emerging from my shell with more fire power than Samus Bounty hunter percussion punisher, push the standard Getting my bounce on like Guile when you just stand there Game up, elbow dropping a beat off the top of the Himalaya The Randy Savage, New World Order of rap spazzes Wolf Pac sh**, power bomb ba*tards Kevin Nash mixed with a Stinger Splash plus Torcher Racking Check it, cold as a Dean Malenko alias, the Iceman No Bobby Drake, the man of a thousand flows and you can't hang [Verse 3: L.A.Z] Studio mode Ila roll up trees Got the fans fiending for our opening theme Fanning off the flames from our opening them from our opening theme Aqueduct mouth flows, flowing out I flood the streets with albums coming out So cut the jargon out f** y'all talking about Ong bak karate head chop (choppa chop ya chop ya chop ya) Skull rocking like a sniper shot go blocka blocka blocka blocka Nah, brother too busy dumbing on y'all s**ers Tear the roof off just with the flow gutters Fattest raps I keep 'em coming by the bakers dozen Tight behind lines like Dell Curry's son is Golden state of mind, hall of fame rhymes thumping A bronze bust fit in the trunk, bet both woofers will crunch once your car's running So shake something, move something like Hi-Tek was on production Nameless head banging production you Questlove it [Verse 4: E-Fav] Now when bender grip the crown the whole crowd sit up erect From gentlemen to your women friends, everybody connect Just to peek a glimpse of the man and the myth live and direct I bring the spirit of my culture whenever scrambling adjectives together have you snapping your neck It's an automatic effect when you hearing something this fresh And we do it to d**h, ashy to cla**y, you know the rest So it ain't no time for commas unless you talking forking dollars Four horseman of scholarly, ignoramus rapping Attacking Animaniacs with a bologna stick in my slacks Slicker riggity raw raps, n***as still in they nap sacks Knowing they lacking spinal bone, shimmy up to the the plate and put a chicken on the microphone I got my welding arcs sparks glowing, metal flying molding iron blowing exhaust But never exhausted smog is clouding your iris Waving bye to you n***as with off brand styles Syllables, masterful switch it, south paw crack you and split your mandible Supreme f**-it ness from my life being dismantled So this weight that's on my shoulders is something you couldn't handle Get back, yo, call it that special seasoning, I'm going McCormick off k**ing verses Talking bodies and hearses, these gorgeous women applaud us, my brother, f** is you talking?