This is how it’s done going for the title and crown Renowned MC’s surround as the beat breaks down In 2 elements clobbin’ up those took the best of us, The M-I see the way it ought to be finessed and yes, yes am I the one to keep you on your toes? (most)Definitaly in my b-boy pose, the-a electric pulling you in with a slight twist, Touch your chin to your chest to the rhythm like this Chorus: and I see what I have, I want you To be with me or Stick n’ Move Now I see what I had, and I want you To be with me or Stick n’ Move MC’s dogging me since the first day I grabbed the mic Now it’s like Sit! Stay! Cobra path lifestyles i’m kickin’ Stickin’ MC’s real quick ’cause times tickin’ At the drop of the defense, I let loose the venom Sendin’, a tribal verbal heat up in em’ The ending will come, if you dont grab your family and run Apocalyptic rhyme pattern taking shots at the sun Record industry rule, four-thousand-eighty-one Question my intentions and your whole world is done Like wars to Rome, turn your eyeballs into Saturn Full metal jacket fully auto rhyme pattern Chorus Stick it, rock your whole clique and I’m wicked, Move it, moving all the tunes and you groove it (4x)
Rhinestone
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core of the rotton Stop and just what I thought The sun has escaped us So I’m bright in the sky And I’m far from rapist Look at why did try (2x) From the thread to the needle, middle to end When skies C-ock back and shock that which couldn’t defend The rain then sends dripping acidic questions Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust A spot of light floods the floor And pours itself upon a world of pretend Then the eyes ease open and its dark again Chorus Bridge: In a minute you’ll find me Eyes burn me up You say you’ll never forget me But the lies have piled up Moving all around Screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound And as wheels go round the sunset creeps past the Street lamps, cars, chain-links, and concrete A window then grows and captures the eye And crys out yellow light as it passes it by A small black figure sits in front of a box Inside a box a rock with the needles on top Nothing stops in this land of the chain When brains lose not knowing they were part of the game And the insides go but the box stays the same In shame, shovel up the pieces to the pain You could try to hide yourself in the world of pretend When the paper’s crumbled up it can’t be perfect again Yeah I got you got in the act You better step back Telling me that I’m seein right through you (7x)
Reading My Eyes
The Microphone Molesta’ The chevy undresser Stupid dope fresh tight sh*t resurrector Top gun man mod best of the besta’ The living MC peace and resta’ Still tested the flexed gunna’ The make funna the appisary make runna’ Make summa cold with rhymes that spit Get gifted, lifted, deliquent ’wit I be the prophet, in my hand Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it Locked it down with this perverse verse Every f*ckin’ curse I burst to hurt Room crowds physical fitness rhymes Coke heads couldn’t do my lines Decorated like christmas pines with Italian rocks MCs become silohetes in shock Chorus: Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days Hit the dirt Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt I’ll b*tch slap your soul Track the track control You coming at me? You can’t hack it though So rediculous Watching my crew get sick of this Wickedness Pitchin this Lyrical brichisness To crews and cliques Maiden, men, and mistresses This is my life The twilight, the fight night And trying to see nothing but the highlights When I write These eyes on horizons Top of Mike, start cries on to Krylon Fire on, rude men telekenetically As aterically beats become a clarity Feel averity’s heroism, and heracy And severe every MC I see with Neverity Chorus Why not What a keep (3x) Why not give me what I came to deserve Why not give me what I came to believe (2x)
Fuse
Of course you know what a fuse is… It’s a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder When you strike a match and light it It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it’s end At which there is, a little surprize From the planet of Krypton, short suit MCs you’ll be ripped on You fell off and it’s my lyric sheet you slipped on Get gone, spit on mic’s made in Hong Kong Rock on, sing songs mightier than King King or Donkey(kong), you think you want me or want this? You want some? hold your reputation for Ransom With these here, handsomely crafted tactics To break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic Galactic, space now yeah that grabs attention Crackheads nodded like a pest can’t even mention Right a pat traps gas tracks in sections Kid says this? he’ll need witness protection! Try to see what I Cant be seeing I’ll be here (2x) Yo dig this,(dig this), yo it’s the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific Duck us, the ruckus I’ll bring stings your eardrum Hear one, lalala loose frind me fearsome Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion Shallow the one who’s run like rebels Enola gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level In intesity, send back the tax that you sent to me Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me MP3 versus R33 MCs, swiss change your gear putting shrapnel in the breeze We’re MCs with enemy companies with my hand full of lyrics talking ’bout you want these? Please! don’t even speak the name of channels and low gadget mic sh*t put it down like pens For my friends and my fam let them dodge it around this mic shot through the back of an MCs hand With the strength that he had a bridge you don’t want that close body fields in hand to hand combat Battle cats, it’s like the sectional speech warfare words flashing at cordicy Can be affording whenever the shots get lit, don’t question my intention when your butt gets kicked Try to see what I Cant be seeing I’ll be here Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks Try to see what I Cant be seeing I’ll be here You want these MCs with lyrical back smacks! Go ahead! suit yourself! Why wait, I shouldn’t of told myself! (8x) Try to see what I Cant be seeing I’ll be here (2x) I’ll be here Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks Try to see what I Cant be seeing I’ll be here You want these MCs with lyrical back smacks!
