Esoteric - Revenge On Lizard City lyrics

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Leave my spinach in here, man, yo I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain And damage your mind like bad c**aine The flamethrower started the game, it's game over A hardly [?] rapper was signing your face poster I'm way colder, you need gloves tryna touch the kid The Terminator with the flow, let nothing live Voice shining, you could hardly steer Like a judge, been handing out bars for years Yeah, the team make cream while you daydream Futuristic, our names up in laser beams I make a scene on Broadway in broad day 24/7 365, man, I'm all day Get it right, sir, I global mogul Flex superpower like I changed in a phone booth [Interlude] [Verse 2: Esoteric] Your money [?] money grip, yo, this ain't no legal trip This be a slaughter, I raise it up on the ego zip Report to the battle booth CZARFACE goes for more than blue [?] tooth A living weapon, I stay and step with the people They accept me as regal, so may I sketch on the easel And paint a picture of evil I'm going through a splatter phase I'm watching Peter Jackson Dead Alive Saturday I got the driver valet [?] with the mind of velvet [?] Wildest rhymes, treat you like Hammer Greg Valentine Rappers said they want beef, yelling from the side of lines You don't really want sh**, son, you a child of mine No GNR, but I slash you like the lead guitar He is odd, leaving people scarred like keying cars Stop your motion like Jason and the Argonauts Ray Harry how I'm housing in the parking lot Rap whiter, track writer, rap writer around your neck I f** up Superman like Zack Snyder on the set (Don't you ever forget) Save the drama for your mama 'Cause your favorite rapper's rocking CZARFACE pajamas [Outro] Want her off Instagram and in bed? Score big and send the lover in your life the exclusive CZARFACE pajamagram. Fabric guaranteed to be softer than a *burp* purrs. With a 900 thread count to make the head count. Also available, the CZARFACE hoodie footies from silver age