Scarr droppin' that lyrical sh!t.
Story behind the song
I just wrote a bunch of lyrics and put them to music....
Lyrics
[VERSE 1 - SCARR]
Yo I rip mics, so ya'll better sit tight/
You hit fights wit' rhymes as bright as midnight/
This Brit's white, and I'm comin' to the battle/
Gun blazin', none fadin', you can't kill witta rattle/
You fucked like cattle inside a slaughterhouse/
Hit back at our crib and drive ya daughter out/
I seen more shit than a fuckin' sewage worker/
I'm here makin' moves while ya stuck flippin' burgers/
I'm beserker than a schizo bitch in her period/
Ya voice sounds like a mouse, am I supposed to fear it?/
[HOOK/BRIDGE x2 - SCARR]
Flowin' on this mic and I'm showin' what it's like/
Grab a 9 mill. and I will still eliminate ya like/
I did inseminate ya wife cuz ya'll been imitatin' strife/
This rap game, it's happenin', won't step in, I'll take a high dive/
[VERSE 2 - SCARR]
Yo, I'm tight right. I will bark and I might bite/
You're still scared of the dark, got a nightlight?/
We go to war with swords and some cyanide/
Your scared of the slight sight of a knife fight/
My spite means I keep spittin' when you're dead/
Grab a hammer, and keep hittin' to ya head/
I'm tired of this, ya'll be tryna diss/
Scarr's touch be more gold than Midas's/
You cowards, I bet you could abuse ya wife/
But against me ya too scared to use a knife/
You will lose ya life, when it comes to a mic duel/
But that's alright....cuz I never liked ya'll/
Ya losin' when I'm choosin' to be usin' rhyme fusion/
Study energy like Newton, the result's your electrocution/
We rhyme from our cores, we'll die for our cause/
You try to defy but your lines are all bores/
Now drop to all fours..../
Stop for the pause/
This sharp lyricism, it opens an incision/
Aimed at ya eyes to knock ya vision out of position/
Now ya sight's fucked up like ya lookin' thru a prism/
This isn't a game, I aim at you with precision/
Make the wrong decision and you'll feel my ammunition/
My rhymes comin' your way, you ain't wishin' a collision/
Resonate throughout the Solar System, lyrical fission/
But I ain't a fuckin' physician, I'm a mic technician/
Take one breath, and you're bound to taste fear/
My poetry's superior, I look down on Shakespeare/
There ain't no fakes here, just straight street homies/
I don't wanna hear you rap about "My Little Pony's"/
I should warn ya'll, I cause extensive wounds/
To those muthafuckas who rap about expensive shoe's/
I dispense of crews, who fake to get that fame/
I pack metal to crack rebels out the rap game/
Is that a plat. chain? I attack ya'll to get it/
I teach Aristotle my own Nicomachean Ethics/
And teach Machiavelli about the Art of War/
All it requires is rhymes to blast apart a door/
All my life, I tried to warn my enemies/
I will knife you with your own sword of Demacles/
This power sends you flyin' to the Outer Hebrides/
Get ready to pounce..and "bounce" like Zebedee!/
Remember me? I'm the MC who crushed ya confidence/
Beat Jin in a freestyle, and rush to dominance/
My name be why you never heal from this assault/
My name be why all my battles be adult/
My name be why I'm raps next superstar/
You motherfuckin' guessed it...my name is Scarr.
