(Verse 1)
What up? It's the instrumentally disturbed vocal savage
Combine the treachery of 3 in one total package
Get your fill until you're close to an over-dosage
So incline to blow your mind, I brought my own explosives
Dirty minded, diabolical with dialogue
One man army fighting off entire riot squads
Combat rocking till I'm cornered, no escape
Long may I bob and weave from the horrors that await
Many years got lost, awakened from a long nap
Now my priorities are straightening and on track
Take a step back, you don't want to see me change into
A king cobra mixеd with a kickboxing kangaroo
Hit me with the rhythm and I'll give 'еm a grand slam
Last rapping action here, kicking like Van Damme
Capture competition and I pitch 'em in trash cans
Ride or collide with me, this is your last chance
(Chorus - x2)
Getting closer, just got to carry on (Carry on)
This is not a sprint, it's a marathon
Look around and around, I'm already gone
What you wanna do now, move it or lose it
(Verse 2)
Back at it, half past crazy, padded cell bound
Sabretooth jackal with a pack of rabid hellhounds
Never stayed long, only paid a couple brief visits
Can't even tell you what it feels like to reach limits
Each gimmick in my way is getting rolled over
I got the hot hand, they just get the cold shoulder
Matter of fact, I shouldn't be in this room
I'm outta this world, trying to be the first MC on the moon
Cause it's rarefied to terrorize a microphone to this extent
I'm spitting with my legs crossed, trying not to pitch a tent
I say a lot without making one lick of sense
The kids don't get it though, they want it quick and dense
Don't blame me, I'm a product of my environment
Capable of lyrically lifting up a Leviathan
As I'm gearing up from the hundred-yard dash
The grubs in this game have begun to crawl fast, look out!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Yes, it's me, the pirate radio darling
Don't you have some SOSs to be paging your squadron
You already know, cause I'm one step ahead of infamy
Though they try to finish me like Achilles injuries
I clown around and go ham, bowing down to no man
Install your little updates and get with the program
Gimme a banging beat and watch me bash it in with both hands
Stomp your hit singles into nothing, call 'em toe jams
I got a few nuts and bolts left unscrewed
But I check 'em at the door for that check-one-two
Though I've been sneaking in demons as special guests
I'm the center of attention, standing right next to left
Staying quite fresh to death, it's best to recognize
So step aside fast, this text is weaponized
Been gone for a minute, now I'm back in it, strong to the finish
Like a sailor with an arm full of spinach, and its..
(Chorus)
What up? It's the instrumentally disturbed vocal savage
Combine the treachery of 3 in one total package
Get your fill until you're close to an over-dosage
So incline to blow your mind, I brought my own explosives
Dirty minded, diabolical with dialogue
One man army fighting off entire riot squads
Combat rocking till I'm cornered, no escape
Long may I bob and weave from the horrors that await
Many years got lost, awakened from a long nap
Now my priorities are straightening and on track
Take a step back, you don't want to see me change into
A king cobra mixеd with a kickboxing kangaroo
Hit me with the rhythm and I'll give 'еm a grand slam
Last rapping action here, kicking like Van Damme
Capture competition and I pitch 'em in trash cans
Ride or collide with me, this is your last chance
(Chorus - x2)
Getting closer, just got to carry on (Carry on)
This is not a sprint, it's a marathon
Look around and around, I'm already gone
What you wanna do now, move it or lose it
(Verse 2)
Back at it, half past crazy, padded cell bound
Sabretooth jackal with a pack of rabid hellhounds
Never stayed long, only paid a couple brief visits
Can't even tell you what it feels like to reach limits
Each gimmick in my way is getting rolled over
I got the hot hand, they just get the cold shoulder
Matter of fact, I shouldn't be in this room
I'm outta this world, trying to be the first MC on the moon
Cause it's rarefied to terrorize a microphone to this extent
I'm spitting with my legs crossed, trying not to pitch a tent
I say a lot without making one lick of sense
The kids don't get it though, they want it quick and dense
Don't blame me, I'm a product of my environment
Capable of lyrically lifting up a Leviathan
As I'm gearing up from the hundred-yard dash
The grubs in this game have begun to crawl fast, look out!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Yes, it's me, the pirate radio darling
Don't you have some SOSs to be paging your squadron
You already know, cause I'm one step ahead of infamy
Though they try to finish me like Achilles injuries
I clown around and go ham, bowing down to no man
Install your little updates and get with the program
Gimme a banging beat and watch me bash it in with both hands
Stomp your hit singles into nothing, call 'em toe jams
I got a few nuts and bolts left unscrewed
But I check 'em at the door for that check-one-two
Though I've been sneaking in demons as special guests
I'm the center of attention, standing right next to left
Staying quite fresh to death, it's best to recognize
So step aside fast, this text is weaponized
Been gone for a minute, now I'm back in it, strong to the finish
Like a sailor with an arm full of spinach, and its..
(Chorus)
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