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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,447
Peak in subgenre #823
Author
eyekahn
Rights
eyekahn
Uploaded
March 18, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
chorus 2x...
you cannot stop what is unstoppable/
you cannot top what is untoppable/
ghetto symphony to the ill-sophacle/
murderous venemous sayer who kills logicals/
first verse...
i'll leave you missing like the world trade center/
i'm ill enough to make rupaul switch genders/
a sick demonic serial killer who's about to murder you/
pray for higher spirits to give you peace when i'm serving you/
souls distress from the mess of a swollen chest blasted/
i take out body parts daily like recycling plastics/
animal antics intertwine with my braincells/
i'll a piss in the abyss and bring rain to hell/
insert your beats with hyrdolics, it still couldn't bounce/
emcee's ducking for cover once my elpee flashes out/
acid sprouts from my brain that leaks out creative juices/
forming missles that'll implode in your ear's acoustic/
i'll kill any motherfucker who stands in my path/
my alltamate'em, desolate'em with ten magnum blasts/
platinum tracks attract like battle axe to your ass/
i'll pull out my own eyes to show you my blind-rage/
my rhymes fade any crews caught in my minds-rage/
lyrical rampage that'll have you bleeding for days/
open up your eyes and you'll soon be amazed/
even aids ain't ill enough to enter my dna/
chorus 2x...
second verse...
i'll murder any thoughts that thought i couldn't make-it/
don't you know i'm sicker than whyte gay guyz running naked/
flawless victories fall at ease when i'm on the mic/
i'm about to blow up my shit with an ass of dynamite/
consistently elevating my level like an elevator/
tearing shit up like japanese chicks do to porno pictures/
this kids more gifted than the writers of the koran scriptures/
fly like a vulture and split'em through with a lit-fuse/
and leave you more fucked up than a black on black victim abuse/
the system's mis-used, i gotta de-fuse the bomb/
i refuse to cease harm till my two arms are gone/
raising more eyebrows than d-12's bizzare kid in a thong/
i'll take a polariod of myself to be picture perfect/
reach through you netcee's mainframe and disrupt your circuits/
kurupt your nervous system till you're all out of services/
my skills hard to explain like blind men juggling in circus's/
leaving you confused like shawn kemp's name on birth certificates/
my verse will knock ya teeth out so stop your biting bitch/
you're about as fake as those freestyle rhymes at scribble jam/
you come off top worse than the peepz on who's line is it anywayz/
my nines sprays many-wayz, you get stuck worse than traffic jams/
platinum flowz a poet who'll kill emcee's in his way/
on any given day, i'll send you to your early grave/
if i was on african ships, i'd rather die then be a slave/
chorus 2x...
