Sept Sev Sev Two - Appearing Live - 486891 lyrics

[Intro] Introducing, Gene Poole, Sept Seven, Pat Juba, & General Woundwart Here on stage tonight, in the spotlight For your f**in' crew and your b**h too So rock this sh** [Verse 1: Gene Poole] Just cause you put weed on a stick does that mean it's tight When you stand on the edge of the stage does that make you fly? Stars in the sky are only reflection's awesome source And I am an MC from the Hip Hop protection force Independently endorsed the cause When I'm through busting these verses your hole will be my personal hostess First and foremost, I could give a f** where your coast is I'm different than n***as in my district under hypnosis What my crew composes is not made for poseurs It's too dangerous for those who's cornier than they toes is I rub noses in styles that get nastier Than four piles of sh** on your bathroom floor with blood on the door I got more than fat tunes I read plots for the afternoon Which lasts through the evening or until your a** is leavin' Gosh believe eyes they don't deceive you When you see me on stage MC'in' you in the moshpit bleedin' I spend half o' my time readin' rhymes feedin' my mind The other half is spent writin' so I'm constantly recitin' Like blind twisted and sprite, I fix your lemon of a melon Be cool, I don't want to become a three times seven [Hook] [x4] Appearing live on the set, right in front of you Secure your mind, Dynospec, that's how we come to you [Verse 2: Sept Seven] Effects box tweaks when it hits the tones get next Physical matter of speak, officially known as Sept Stomp through the land of the bleak where my opponents rest All seven days they come weak kickin' that bogus text No longer content, we're just be headin' to monsters Now I'm intent on lettin' 'em see where their flaws are Acknowledge the scent, taste what fate has to offer Make 'em repent, and then damage their posture Policin' ain't easy, but it needs to be done The policy is simply to submit or be shunned Follow me to the surface, the Spec fills the lungs Colony is established, your descent has begun Now piece this together and label this the error Sep Sev Seven Two, that's MC code for terror Mariniatin' never celebratin' the weather Breakin' measures as they come cause the drums in my head thump forever The fraudulent fall to dismemberment in September Clever sentiments, camoflauge, hidden agenda Uncloud the vision and unclog the hearing The poster says it perfect, Dynospectrum now appearing [Hook] [x4] [Verse 3: Pat Juba] I take focus on the energy and the action of your soul Danger zone, far beyond control, polar cap, cold solar facts fall Deep into my zone for soul savior, knowledge is flavor The ex-slave reach a delivery, infinite memory Released styles I possess fresh from birth beyond puberty, forced liberty Got me in the center thinkin' raw flamboyant Extravagant bombs be detonatin' while destroyin' Hit you in the side of your mind, sight for blind Thinkin' in my mind 'till it's time to get mine Generatin' loot, damagin' bank with street flank Conquerin' Europe like cannibal elephant tanks I think I think, like Tutankhamen, well I'll be sunnin' At pitch black dark, my queen's asleep, I'll still be rhyming Radical atoms is what I split, it do because I'm equipped Beyond the state of rip your gullet's split Direct impact, like pedestrian collision literal Rugged like ACG, not immaterial, in the stereo West coast with west imperial, check yourself You don't hear me though, n***as fear me though [Hook] [x4] [Verse 4: General Woundwart] If you wanna save your life hit the emergency exits Cause the General's got the front doors covered and intercepted Windows are blocked off, the co*k's off, s** 'em s**as You can mind to do under, but can never be the instructor Control musical motion like Beethoven I leave your whole metropolitan in the need for remodelin' I'm sly like a moccasin, abolishin' any MC Japanese to Somalian if you rivalin' The land where my cottages and villages can be seen The sun beams off my rim de-clench me You try your hardest to convince me that you're worthy of an MC But all you seem to do when you rhyme is just offend me The flimsy spines, let them be held in confinement Them s**s couldn't bust if they stuck a needle to hymen They rhymin' calculator, ready to fell fakers And the respiratory system, his sh**'s a story, don't listen Just an organ with skins, twenty men with dividends The only difference that it is, that he does it with synonyms It's just the livin' in this world that we gotta do our time on So you can get your crime on, but I'm gon' keep the mind strong [Outro] Thank you thank you thank you, get the f** out! get the f** out! That's right, n***as is tight, I should've known, that's exactly it