UNIVERSAL MIXTAPE VOL.2 (Track 1)-This is a remix from the leadoff track of Universal Mixtape Vol.1. The beat is produced by Exile and the sample which the song opens with is from an old 1940s radio show. The lyrics and mad visual and metaphorical.
Lyrics
This sh** 's a raw exhibit of explicit content
Slapped with parental advisory stickers and distributed
Keep the dialogue profane,my words'll blow veins
In the cerebral cortex regions of the brain
Storm like a category five hurricane
Generate funnel clouds,hailstones,and purple rain
I crystallize my essence on the song like granules from sugar cane
My modus operandi is to spit the purest game
A burning flame that could engulf this whole earthly plane
Strike with perfect aim from all degrees of a circle shape
The Pied Piper,assassinate like Mark David
Chapman,or the John F. Kennedy sniper
F*** your stigmas,the product's Six Sigma
Hanging over your head like some ominous enigma
Watch your stock crash like it's Black Monday
Cut your losses and false hope you'll get 'em back someday
Construct a "dynasty" like Blake Carrington
Come in my zone,kneecaps get blown like Nancy Kerrigan
Get thrown in the fiery abyss
Have Lucifer slide his swollen member inside your anal orifice
Cutting edge,my blade's serrated,sophisticated
Phrases are like nitroglycerine when detonated
Decimate the waves frequently
Vocals carry across the globe like shortwave radio frequencies
'Till all you see is pandemonium
I'm like Olympians,I seek gold,to take my stand on the podium
Victorious,glorious,bust shots at these
Agents in the matrix like Neo and Morpheus
Make 'em taste the grapes of wrath
Sets get crashed,deploy the tear gas,grasp your throat and gasp
No escape,I captivate,incapacitate
Exacerbate and fascinate,I get it done and don't procrastinate