Skammadix - Mikey Destruction, Devastating Tito & DJ Slice lyrics

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Skammadix - Mikey Destruction, Devastating Tito & DJ Slice lyrics

[Intro: Canibus] [?] Canibus calls him the master of black acetate vinyl From New York City to Cairo DJ Slice [Verse 1: Canibus] Assa**ination attempt, the blood had a stench Bloodhounds picked up the scent, I thought we was friends Wearing a lab coat, looking through the microscope lens He say he'd never sniff coke again, f** that Give me the snow plow, bust it all down Freestyle in the dollar van all the way uptown The bait is always food, p**y and water It smells so good, it sleepwalk you to your slaughter Hip Hop awarder ahora, stand next to Rita Ora Straight balls on the track no chorus The dollar general, street corner sentinel reputable Sell a few sidewinders for revenue What you saying? Tut took a n***a chain Then put a Michael Jackson glove on, I can't explain Spit, live n***a sh**, you get the gist From AR to the K-Bar, customized grip [Verse 2: Mikey D'Struction] Who want it? Come and get it, we can spit it if you with it One lyric will leave a hole in the logo of your fitted Bars like penitentiaries mellow, win mentally Destroy the enemy acapello and instrumentally Canibus and Destruction back to back Causes spontaneous combustion on a track Lyrics flame on anything we put our name on That's why your ears been burning since the song came on Lames gone, game's on, this is no joke The pros choke, that cynical sh** will get your nose broke Subliminal sh** is a waste I don't have to speak in riddles ‘cause I'll say it to your face And this is just a little taste ‘Cause if I really start spitting it, this sh** will catch a case Check your history, y'all n***as can't get with me I'm your favorite MC to the fifth degree [Verse 3: Devastating Tito] A [?] model, Diallo, hollows the Mellow Man The stage ain't Apollo, them hollows will leave ‘em hologram The war season, there's more treason The core reason these cats fiending for me, I cruise Norwegian I'm articulate, bomb tickin', I'm armed lyrics The mortician that lift the spirits from your formed physics As egotistical make ‘em shake like I'm mystical Keep his face in a pistol this station will run municipals It's our century, commentary is monetary My monastery is armor heavy I was born ready So bring your generals and a minute of intervals I'ma spit on your literature, defecate and spit on you n***as It's broken mirrors with broken spirits the motion sickness My flow floats across these waters like it's open water It's Canibus and Mikey, Tito the rap de-vils I break eagles like I'm breakin' records on track needles [Verse 4: Canibus] Spikes across the road Mikey D tag team yo Refresh reload in magazine mode Transition pole position the globe spinning Chopsticks in a rice bowl with some gold in it Bust him in the head with a brick, he hop away with no hip He still love Hip Hop no sh** Crucifix around your neck, take the cross off your back In fact, we thank the Lord for rap Mirror mirror on the wall tell me what you saw Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, yes yes y'all Inside the hall of fame with graffiti on the walls The engineer said, “Take it easy on the boards” Attack dog jump off to shred mic chords Put ‘em all in a cage and see what they fight for One goat, two goats, three goats, four We rep Hip Hop from roof top to the floor [Verse 5: Mikey D'Struction] Drop j**els with the best of ‘em, I'm cool with the rest of ‘em Fools who keep questionin', school ‘em and keep testin' ‘em Manipulate the tracks while I'm spittin' out the facts Slack, picking it up, you ain't gettin' none of that Precise I'm nice n***a, the flow is impeccable Amazing what some sleep, a pen and pad and a check'll do It started slow for me, now I'm a vet and a spectacle They k**ed the rotary, so now I'm gettin' technical Beast mode, the East Coast will never die In jet mode to the West Coast, forever fly Transporter no JanSport or no camcorder Sip a quart of water while I'm kidnappin' your man's daughter Canibus said, “Ill,” I went crazy with it Other cats said, “Chill,” fugazy with it I got your back for life Bis, you feel me? That's what it is when you f**ing with a real G

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