Juice Magazin - Defeat lyrics

[Verse One: Afu-Ra] Peep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinister It's him with the, been with the, mic's Next to kin with the Lyrical a**a**inate like toxic waste Rocks is base, matches I burn up in your face Travel through eons, mentally to spit it viciously Slapping up these red-eyed devils, speaking fictitiously They slipping B, symphony, mic styles they slipping me A golden aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore the Monumental essence, which crowds wish to adore the Shimmering stone, lace like stylish, luscious, Tiffany Sages when they meditate, prism filling my imagery Subliminally, thoughts I set it, Synchronisticaly The intricacy, complex levels my entity No stopping me, I'm rocking the, Hip-Hop philosophy Drummer drum it, preserve myself to keep me omnipotent 9 9 styles I keep it flowing [Hook: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*)] "Randomly flip on bystanders" "Blowing up the spot" "Randomly flip" "Take control" "And represent, represent, represent" [Verse Two: Afu-Ra] Poisonous, venom yes, when I bless the mic and structure Supreme ultimate conductor, eruption Type flow, lyrical lava, torching up foes Nuff combustion when I'm +crushing+, like Big Pun Who's the one who makes the kids run? Stun like stunguns; son, I hit your Fulcrum Seas of MCs I part, and some may call it Biblical Steady causing damage with words, and even syllables Audio, it's too militious, call it vicious No time for battling, competition I'm shattering Astro-Physical, to melt mics my ritual Something I couldn't stop, yo, it's just habitual Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas You're to your knees, like hit by a disease It's Afu, you know who, I'm coming faster Pay attention, cause it's worldwide disaster [Hook x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*) [Verse Three]: Afu-Ra Listen up, now cla** was in session, stop fessing Worshiping cars, clothes and weapons Your reign is over, like any move of a chauva-nistic Weak-a**, character misfit You know it wouldn't, last forever with endeavors Multiple bad moves, your head, you finally severed Decapitated, by the new heads of state Whose lyrical ideologies uncover fallacies And dynasties constructed by the morbid I knew it took time, but time it took to floor it The next centennial, will start with minimal Microphone controllers trying to bless lines with imbecile Lyrical content, for devilishment Body of the Life-Force, Styles be Heaven-sent [Hook x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*)