dont have Kinetik's or Potensials lyrics sorry
Vyrus:
Verse 1:
im no pasifist im the type ta smack a rap activists
active with the back of my wrist
you like that shit bitch? (join the list)
im so explicit so they formed a new acronym (what is it)
M.A.V (what the fuck does that mean)
Well that means Mothers Against me
Which normally would piss someone off but me naw
I live within
infinite hot liquids…burnin bridges
loyal ta sickness no foils I’m friged
my thought lunatic ‘n rigged im cold
As a fridge a youth at risk and I might end this shit
this instant……with one slash
I’m spastic I crash any computers means of vocal
Trans-action hackin actions masterin paths then I’m
amplifying its blast
the flow addict that’s past
the fact of revealing a mac I’m too clever for that
I’d rather wait ‘n sit back
Debate and then attack the masses with acts
satan couldn’t match…I spit acid, castrate
detonate brain waves as I escalate I escaped
ta lavish phrases my
lifes a maze of bass and drums…hang me someone
Verse 2:
I’m like a mammoth stampin beats savagely
my minds absent blackend
like a hatchet stabbed the back of me
so accurately thrown it stayed latched
in fracture it gashed opened im the ghost
who’s floats above ya homes and boats
explodes with notes murder he wrote
I make you comatose from the flows
I’v thrown at ya dome all alone only zone
Is my headphones
my poems roam the unknown
no clone could match my stats
slit my wrists with glass and laugh
knowin another minute that passes
is another minute my ass
has ta grasp this planet-and it axis
im sick of it damnit so im drawn to the blackness
hands full of lorazapam demanding satifaction
fusion and actions but nothing happens
when I die wish me well
I apologize in advance if I end up in hell
I need help my lifes set up ta fail
Bail and feel naked…forsaken in a lake of hatred
Invaded raided like ancient states im ready ta regulate
Impail the fake break prevail stay get baked then dwell
Half animal half male half cannibal half trapped in brail
Shed my scales revamped im fuckin amped
Hook:
its nothin runnin through gunnin my toung
“son-of-a-gun” shun what I’v done but iv just began to begun
im leavin you strung out amoung those who doubt
my love im intergalatic with rap tactics.. in the atmos
above all you half-wit faggots im savage
