Genelec & Memphis Reigns - Elephantightus lyrics

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Genelec & Memphis Reigns - Elephantightus lyrics

[Verse 1: Genelec & (Memphis Reigns)] Cybernetics, embedded and shredded with alphabetic Word surge from the cloud (To rain down the sound) On the battleground (Simply spit material k**ings, label a serial) Revealing a metaphysical miracle (Walking water like the holy father) What? As the mental manifests sharp points to stigmata Propensity for jettin thee enemy steppin to me with word weaponry (The verbal pedigrees for next century) [Verse 2: Memphis Reigns] Yo, yo Pre-conceive through the spirit of the movement verbal soul Control or train a body to walk over hot coal House calls protocols of deadly chance to intercept it When I said it through your speaker I let it send it in seconds Leave an image created, heavy weighted, anticipated Equated cranial formulated, updated a revelation My penetration through your mental concentration leave your body mad frustrated and even be speaking statements It's my time and unwind, re-enact the aftermath through paragraphs I put my name upon the map with battle raps, this battle cat I'm up to bat, I'm crackin' backs, I'll bring the end of them Sending them side to side like a vertical pendulum So don't be tellin' them my message in a bottle, throttle Seven seas, enemies with white flags, I've come to seize Causin' observation process thoughts when I behoove ya Popped tops the hard knocks to rise vibes Verbally a paradox, unlockin' Pandora's box Releasin' my darker thoughts, fatter than Mr. Hitchco*k A blister, tongue twista, when I hit ya Overloaded system blowin single spin transistor In the mist, war reciting, I throw lightning Clash of the overly excited f**in' titans *Uh I am the master, you are the slave* *You are in my power* *What is thye bidding?* [Verse 3: Genelec] Ay yo, quid pro quo doctor Ya ought not drop a fishin' line into the depths of this rhyme Might just find your hook tangled No angle for escape when the sharp dome plate starts to shake Ten quake on the Richter Mr. G-Lec spell threat to the transistors The hand blisters Rip through the pain as the red pumps Through the main vein to proclaim individuality Casually fused with the musical reality, soul gallery Gather at the front gate and buck shapes These live lungs ride drums on a one way Trip through the mist I twist and coexist in a myriad A mental pyramid, you're hearin' it Clearin' the borders, I'm mysterious Let it be known, headed my poems, for homegrown inhalation Yes from the basement, nightly Clearin' this quick with my psyche Slightly off base when the ba** drums strike me Likely get nicely touched with one thrust Of the robust word rush to crush my opponents Plus my components, top quality titanium when I reign Make you wonder and retain a lingering vision Of this transmission with deficit for my position As the chosen, pro shogun, black the sky and leave no sun These current dimensions got me trapped in detention Words they chip away your walls like Shawshank Redemption, ascension Freedom with the bleeding of the melody Heavenly I command with brain waves extra sensory Remember me centuries in a time when my rhyme fades Genelec's sprays will live another day

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