Reef The Lost Cauze - Relentless Storm lyrics

[Verse 1: Sicknature] Call us the Snowdengoons, a team revealing a smacker So hard that it wouldn't even be radio active in the Fukushima reactor Work with trustworthy brands like La Coka Nostra Cause the industry is weird like being on facebook and a homie pokes ya Techno beats, and fakes saying they long for having a beef They´re better off catching Dracula suntanning in Greece Cause if reality hits dudes in the kisser They probably throw more peace Signs than japanese chicks do in their pictures Their lyrics are evidence of incompetence These spitters sound dead like they´re residents of Necropolis Never think that music would make me hard, that´s truly and overly stupid Not even with viagra while Medusa was blowing me to it The day Goon MuSick does pop on a record Will Be the day you catch a 90 year old nun getting pregnant The lame ma**es must of taken tablets pain for the deranged ma**es Diabolic tell them how we change manners [Verse 2: Diabolic] I see fake rappers they want to take after Rick Ross I tell them have a seizure on a plane after lift off My Brain's bugged-way too pissed off to gain love Cause sh**'s soft as Drake wearing lip gloss in gay clubs I'll show these fake thugs-what sh** talk is made of When I dress up like Kris Kross and crip walk through Wayne's blood My crew is thick full of sick thoughts with graves dug More animals than Noah when his ship fought the great flood Who want to take part-in pulling rapper's face cards And punch them in the face hard-as Lil B the based god Same squads-claiming thug life's their blood type In gun fights-are getting pistol whipped quicker than Pun's wife Give me one mic-and 'Bolic brings the lord's wrath Off the top like pilgrim's scalps natives on the war path The forecast-calls for brainstorms to cascade Sicker than the bible's Black Plague-in the last days [Verse 3: Side Effect] Now when I see a microphone I wanna damage it I'm fiendin' My management is more like Bobby "The Brain" Heenan We a dirty combination team full of heathens Apply pressure you stop breathin' we stop squeezin' Simple give and take, middle 'tween two extremes For hip hop heads I keep a sharp guillotine Seeing cream? oh you earned a buck now? Talkin bout you turnt up, you get turnt the f** down You just a nut who survived an abortion Waterhead baby tryna ride out with these horsemen Chief Keef corny type dudes get addressed to And we don't give a Waka Flockin f** what the rest do No way you can circumvent, Laughin' at ya unworthy workmanship Write Bunsen Burners when I merk this sh** American-African spittin bloodborne pathogens Right before I pour the gas and throw the acid in [Verse 4: Aspects] f** a Rift Raft that sh**s crap, they need to get b**h slapped This ain't no f**ing diss track its real rap we spit facts These fack rappers spit wack, these b**hes need to get back Id rather f** a ho with AIDS dawg and smoke crack And Lil B is literally the epitome of f**ed up His music makes me want to bash his face in with nunchucks They no C Millers these fake thugs ain't k**ers They sell a ounce on the block and now they dealers ? Just take your name from a real OG in the streets And claim you got game even if you was police And you get fame just fake it and ride on a beat You ain't gotta spit flames cuz apparently its obsolete Yo f** that these fake thugs are fake . i hate it What the f** is wrong with this world how they ever make it? The philosophy of fake rappers is just to make it up We need to bomb atomically on this industry to wake it up [Verse 5: Reef The Lost Cauze] Ayo I been silent, I tried to stay out of it But now your mouth, ima smack the sh** out of it There's no way you can get out of it You´re gonna swim with the fishes yeah the salmon and the halibut A f*ggot rapper, here's the details f*ggot rappers threaten you over email f*ggot rappers get ga**ed off one tour f*ggot rappers beg for p**y from one who*e f*ggot rappers talk guns but won't clap f*ggots diss producers, but not n***as that rap f*ggot rappers ride dick f*ggot rappers make snowmen and film them, stabbing them with ice picks f*ggot rappers always got they mouth chirping f*ggot rappers say they touring, but they´re couch surfing f*ggot rappers can't get on f*ggot rappers go over to Europe, but they can't get home f*ggot rappers I pity ya f*ggot rappers f** 16 year old girls and give them chlamydia f*ggot rappers must be out of their mind yo Should've stopped when your face got popped in Toronto You b**h a** redneck chicken sh** dork I would k** you but you already look like a corpse You´re already f**ing played out, I murdered you And didn´t even have to call your name out (I´m out)