The Cenobites - Lex Lugor lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, live from Detroit, Michigan, with a Jam-packed crowd of 55,245 people, it's Kool Keith, the Rhythm X, with Godfather Don, at the St. Nichalous Arena With Lex Lugor and the man with many faces I'm like Billy Messenger, rhyme like a pa**enger Carrying packages, moving like a messenger On the street, you talk and you ask in the I'm coming out, where the hell is your manager? MC's in New York, everyone wack in the He's dance falling, take and pay all the cash in the Another check, spin the record too much and the Whole lotta junk turning hard on the radio Flop to flop, pop to pop MC's stop making tapes, cupcake the trues from Lose dumb, MC's try to battle and At the Lyracist Lounge, many scrounge and scrounge Take 'em back to the real sh**, real legit Any rapper on a label should resign and quit MCA, Arista, Interscope, Jive, Columbia How could you let a scum be a Styling threat, style and bet, you'll regret I kick lyrics with Janet and tour with Jackson Wasting time with another wack act Making whoop and shoot should be doo doo on a pooper scoop I see the industry buggin', but they don't know no better I take one two three Looking at me, sounding like me Walking like me, clapping like me Stealing my style and even hardcore and keeping rapping like me I kick it, but they wait, handicapped standing on the side Looking like Shaggy and Scooby Doo trying to get through Styles they go one two three four five six seven eight-oh nine ten Eleven twelve thirteen, fourteen MC's try the mix with the kid That flaunts your style, come like Barney Rubble But a kid will have to open a box of tricks Lickity licky lick styles Next up the Godfather Don making his way against the Undertaker and The Ultimate Warrior. MC's take your seat for the next match, because There's the moment to miss. Wait til you see the twisting styles of The Godfather Don I stick the styles, uplift my piles like masking tape You masturbate while your a** all blasted baked From this endless onslaught like ??? court I'm on court with spawns that's born tortured Dismember, limbless winner Tims will stomp and send hymns to remember When you first got a peak at the esquisite lyric Ever visit a complete rapture Or see perhaps a need for rap disease The need to trak a often exonerated bombing I'm first to use I'm rated X, Rhythm, sprayed by techs given Your sh** is wack, got execs quitting I'm sh**ting, it's getting morbid Poor kids with sore clits getting dicks with raw dick It's time to sever the heads of less than clever I bled To never ever tread the mess to sever Attacking to when I'm rapping disintigrating verbatim I chippy chop and I ate 'em but rate 'em I slayed 'em and baked 'em With an unleaded more higher to burner more In other words elevated weighted gets more Raw, for your example, I gets mad and middle Ran to venues when you couldn't add Dial, styles, styles Once again world champion leaders of the WBCS! Kool Keith, Rhythm X, and Godfather Don! Raking #1 overall champion over Lex Lugor The family Beatnuts, Organized Konfusion