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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #733
Peak in subgenre #108
Author
Truescribe/Soleternity
Rights
2003
Uploaded
November 27, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Random Attack
When I’m played your head is swayed like Em and Jay’s renegade
Correlated with 5 mics like scorching heat and lemonade
Album cuts pay like farmers, when their hen is sleighed
Leave you permanently afraid like men in jade
Ya’ll lucky I’ve got restraint cause mentally I’m capable of stopping traffic lights
But I’m past this life
Have my rhymes stimulated? ask his wife
Can my lines be simulated? I passed as Christ
Cause my clause is so steep
The middle of my sentences touch china when they dip 1 billion feet
In seconds I experience the after death
Come back and you never knew the master left
And I hear people say they’re ahead of these times
But I was a fetus when I embedded these lines
And yet they’re still robust my flows thrust
More than Rodney King in 91when he blows dust
Random attack the phantom is back
A plethora of metaphors hit fast giving you whiplash
Random attack the phantom is back
Similes I gun in sums where is the next one humming from
I earn .45 caliber degrees when I say freeze
Dumping bodies humping hotties under the California bay breeze
You say please but there’s no consolation for the loser
You’re contemplating how you fell to the track abuser
I’m extraterrestrial my path is out of this world
I’m devastating to counties when I put the mic in a twirl
Now listen, I got police assuming the position
I’m whistling while your ass is getting put outta commission
It’s evil how opponents get left in dirty ashes
Your self-esteem is crushed when I sell you for molasses
My words recited like Ezekeil 25:17
A psychopath repeats my rhymes before he lights the kerosene
MC’s clear the way as if I was Jerome Bettis
I run up in your spot and cure your daughters phone fetish
I’m gifted, my intelligence is natural fact
You’re off balance like an amateur high wire act
Hook
Everything I spit so sick you needing them masks from outbreak
Just to survive one lyrical outtake
I’m like Ronnie Lott foolish to try to out fake
Doubt greats,you might in end up in the south lake
They’re worried about the Middleast climax
Diverted focus, from the nuclear poems I rack
Cause Iraq can feel the wrath of my rhyme ax
Film Saddam regurgitating my words on Imax
I’ve eclipsed most rhymes never wrote a ghost rhyme
Spit my words better have my name on that cosign
Cause Truescribe’s ears go beyond the coastline
Biting me’s more expensive than that Sprewell choke fine
I flow sharper than Jimi Hendrix plays a riff
I got the club jumping to your herniated disk
Sourcerer with my bare hands I germinated piss
Now I got sweat permeated fists
