Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - Lyricism lyrics

[VERSE 1: MC Stoney] My lyrical energy cultivating spiritual entities Mutilating cynical melodies, stimulating like physical therapy Demonical pedigree generating metaphysical ecstasy Intoxicate your mind-state every time I'm dropping flows With my logical, philosophical, metaphorical, musical rituals Inimical, theological, dialectical, poetical underground Hip Hop General You skeptical h*mos**uals need to get off of these testicles Colder than frozen ventricles up in a Eskimo Unsympathetic Saber-tooth Unapologetic knocking pathetic rappers off of they pedestals Ya'll mannequins ain't man enough to be standing up to my stamina I'm needing anger management like Adam Sandler Fifty-caliber mighty like excalibur Damaging challengers sacrificing all u whack battlers [VERSE 2: LSD] Millimeters of reason, reach and redeem your achievements In hiding fear and depleting, as you continue receding Into the belly of the beast, I'll eat a heart while it's beating Then let it's flow of bloodshed drown the ones who deceive him I rep the region for a reason, y'all recycle like seasons Dim the lights, check the mic and have a seat while I'm speaking I took defeat under my wing and pa**ed her out to my haters Congratulations your inspiration was truly a favor Like the flavor off the vapor addicted to getting paper Got a rhythm you can savor, shine and cut like a saber A rhyme crusader with some crazy a** fans like The Oakland Raiders Highly motivated solely to fully commit to greater ways To lay a take deep enough to f** around and change your day And y'all just thought I came up in this b**h to play Elastic mind of matching time with pride and action I'm imagining that you can understand a crime of pa**ion Like a bag of matches right by the pilot of leaking ga**es And every one in your family tied to a gasoline soaking mattress Body's covered up in open gashes While I flick the ashes off a cigarette and hope it catches Wired to explosive plastic, coke and acid Drinking liquor out the bottom of a busted bottle mixed with broken gla** And spit a flow to the open ma** While I'm toking gra** and pissing in these ba*tard's open caskets! [VERSE 3: Sto-ik The Poet] Psychologically: I'm merciless, biologically: murderous My ideologies are carried through you like a surrogate It's like I'm facin' a bunch of motherf**in' invertebrates But one thing that you'll never see inside of me is: nervousness [yup] I swear it on my life and put it on my family That, that'll be the day you see me suffer with humanity You better pray that I don't lose my f**in' sanity The gravity of everything lies inside of the tragedies Somebody tell'em they should cease and desist My rhymes will always pack a punch, it's like I speak with a fist Period, now watch the f**in' p**y bleed from his lips Delirious, but subconsciously man he knows where he is Look me in my eyes, I'm quick to put a hole in your soul Rippin' out ya tongue and laughin' if you think that I won't So f** around and find your body with a knife to your throat Before I terminate your life and disappear in the smoke, oh...