These MCs are abolished, disassembled, demolished.
Pure silence, graduate of murder college.
The mic is a utensil for my heart and my soul.
Radiated from concentrated anger inside.
Leaving them seas stagnated, buried alive.
Just kick back your feet and just enjoy the ride.
The world I live in is just a path to the soul.
A bridge between the new and cahoots with the old.
Most of the fabrications that you claim in is fact.
Just expose the truth about the booth and the cast.
the spit rhymes nowadays praise the weak and the whack superficial and artificial down to the gristle
Talking bad about Hammer, but that's all I see.
Robb Bass's replacements on the M.I.C.
I'm official, I put the issue, taking the laws, rewriting and reconstructing every word that I saw so it's easy to read for all poetry for the cause.
All pushed for one reason, divided we fall Terminator for hire, poltergeist on call Temporarily hitting like I'm frozen in ice
Protecting my vinegar from the words you recite.
Comparing to what I'm hearing, being frozen is nice.
Cars, bars, and stars, ice, and replica mites.
Duplicates gone sour if you have my sight.
If only for an hour you could feel a piece of the flight.
That lifts up the soul like strong winds and tides.
Hannibal was a cannibal.
Hitler was haunted, exonerated, and flaunted.
Spartan underrated and taunted, but still I'm anointed.
Maybe one day you could grab the mic and say I made it.
My nigga never thought I reached this day.
I served.
They finally gave me what I deserve.
They love in my style, my profile rhymes and my words.
I humble myself.
Finally, I'm recognized as one of the greatest MCs of all time because MCs are abolished.
Wipe them like shoe polish.
Disassemble, demolish all rhymes.
No violence.
I'm in this to get minds outed.
Scream and shout to the clouds.
Tell them about it.
Pour them for the mic.
Ready for the hustle.
Came up in here just to show you the formula.
Bus to DPG.
They forgot we MCs.
That's all we could be.
DPGs.
Express the flex this week.
Poetry, muscle, music from Snoopy, business from Russell.
Rhymes, I was trained to hit like freight trains.
Go apes, man, one of the greats, man.
Tell you something else you should already know.
It was already in stone when I came in the dough.
MCs, I demolish, silence, and then abolish.
Wipe them like shoe polish, lyrics with no violence.
Violence.
Violence.
