Scaramanga - d**h Letter lyrics

[Chorus] It's the d**h letter Competition or competta-tor Get better with the litera-ture Prepare for the raw metaphor Be considered off wet or soft rapper Versus other rap gun clapper [Scholarwise] The beat technician, concrete position Occupation or job: rob your ambition blind Inclined with the will to destroy With the sk** I employ, the Blackstar convoy The boy turned boss then d**h architect Swing an emcee's mic cord on the neck Strangled, tangle with the chancellor Microphone tarantula, sick to the core With the cancer, hallucinogen Break down my study or my discipline Two part atomic, two part nitroglycerin Door-to-door soliciting, too raw for listening Black, you lack the sk** and proper conditioning For the sport, no athletic support Decaying of the muscle only makes You weaker when we tussle Known to blow the speaker then I hustle Back to the lab, poetry I stab, Scaramanga [Scaramanga: Shup?] You know you right and exact [Scaramanga] Star Tac react, a black mac push your sh** back Knowledge, street nozzles pointed at your nostrils We hostile eyes, drop a wise glide, right? [Chorus] [Scaramanga] Flows incredulous, hold eleven clips Blow like terrorists, fold your regiment Yo, you never lived malevolent My benevolence when gods jealous Crush like elephants, so elegant with eloquence Yeah, for presidents, chic, intense, dramatic With automatics to greet f*ggots With Jims, Tims and Avirex, left tecs in ten seconds Verbal murder weapon had the block red Left spots dead, locked webs with the tarantula Scaramanga, proletariat apocalypse Like Helios chariot war games against the Sagittarius Seven hundred generals, various strategies of combat Drop a bomb at will, sk** genetically gifted Like Farrakhan, attack with the cunning of a boa Open like Noah grower of divine seed of life Trees are lifted in different instances as cells gain Enlightenment, therefore infinite with the millennia Promoters recognize from North Dakota to British Guinea I co-linear, meaning parallel, I accelerate on tapes Release dates and cheap snakes, I beef fakes in three takes And seize papes, gra** under my feet breaks Running when we see jakes, gunning till we e-scape In the '98 I activate with the ill rhymes I make Now you know, son.. [Chorus] [Scholarwise] Scholarwise, Scaramanga, what you know about that, son? Yo, producers is fakin jacks, emcees is fakin jacks all the time Here it is, here it is, sendin a d**h letter to your door Emcees can't ignore the signs, the d**h letter, what's up Peoples in Queens, Brooklyn, Money Makin, Bronx In state, outta state, interplanetary, what you know? Yo, we out..