Lyrics
insurgents deterred from the world of beyond, as i scope with my golden eye, like james bond. bongs i hit with skill, no spills, but lyrics fill jill, like jack's cock, while spots get rocked. Entertaining entertainers, pertaining to my dimension, with divine intervention, deliverin my pension. Weak emcees get beat and left with intensive...care units, in critical conditions. Tossin concoctions of lyrics toxins, workhorse like oxen; verbal shadowboxin. Herbal smoke tokin, Pokemon master, spittin lyrics faster than word blaster. Tag Team disaster, destroyin rap bastards; Rhyme hazard, when i complete my chapter. Spell caster; Mornin after...... I'm STILL Battlecattin' on Cringers.... My dragon breath attack singes, beats swingin like hinges, take the whole nie, fuck the inches...hypnotizin victims like witches, leave em in stitches... throwin lyrics like pitches, ya best believe in this; When my mic hand itch-es, no glitch-es, knock em out they britches, leave em in the kitchen, barefoot and bitchin, droppin hits that keep em flinchin, from Denver to Richmond. I'm the He-Man to ya Skeletor. In otherwords, I always win with the metaphor. Super Emcees like the Fantastic Four, Camouflage Crusaders spittin lore, from the vortex - nasty like porn sex. Now I'm on ya doorstep to warn ya whole set, not to keep bumpin that bullshit. Mynd Control, shine until the end of time, Past Present and Future, was is and will be my Rhyme. ::: Galaxies of black holes couldn't match the depth I got; I slam fake emcees like I Pop the Drop. Lickin my chops when I grab a mic to rock, its all over when the mothafuckin lights go off. The Camouflage Marauder can't be seen with glasses, stop jockin my style, and take some rap classes. I rhyme for the masses, you writin hall passes; My style is LARGE, more gigantic than Titanic. I go spastic, like I'm in my own casket; My task: To destroy ANY wack ass-lick. I'm packin a mic, and darts with glass tips, and takin out anyone with remixed hits. My style's original, from the beats, to the lyrical; I'm like a walking miracle, a living oracle. Journey through time, put a stop to all the bitten rhymes of mine. End of the line.
