[Sevin] Uh Ima scoop these rookies like a bag o Vans Battle? Naw Jabba with a jagged lance You hate cuz you cant advance Too late, you had yo chance Im supposed to respect you cuz you sag yo pants? Sevin spit a flame Naw mayne Spit an avalanche Cold as the driven snow Gettin low, 64 Switchin like Whitney off of a Mickey And a fifth of blow The dough cant save ya Get ya flow choked like the Superbowl hopes Of the Oakland Raiders This is no Fantasia Its real as the hand of God Verbal execution As abusive as a canon ball The size of my own fist Thrown from the deck of a pirate ship Chew your dome wit yo neck No respect I write using hieroglyphs For these biters with they eyes on this Russel Crowe Gladiator stylus And I came to claim whats been ours Im feared yet revered like the ghost of the Twin Towers [hook] x2 I done paid dues And made moves with dudes who so cleva Fo chedda We sold sweaters in warm weather Radar I see through the storm brutha So stay hard The more getta the more better [Signist] When I wuz 16 Comparisons to Nasir Jones I jump started my career as an heir to the throne To what do I owe? This flow thats been bestowed upon me So one thing I know My last column contains an O oh! You shouldnt verse me Cuz I believe like John Kreese from the Kobra Kai That the enemy deserves no mercy Firstly I just want to point out You a little kid with the flow Ah! You should rhyme in a nursery Heh Eternally I use these tracks to speak internally So everytime You spit whack, I take it personally I show verse adversity Im driven by stress And the copilots tryna murder me The rhythm is death Trust me This aint the Art of War This is the art of destruction Of which you on the wrong side of it Respect Dr. King fo the way he was peaceful But he was wrong All men werent created equal Listen to me then listen to Sevin Its easy to see that we breathe at a different level And I rep Christ despite the media Forget writing these raps now Im trying to write encyclopedias Smooth talks as Sacs mousse Vivid and soft Infinite thoughts that cross my adrenaline often In Cali they rock red socks but not from Boston A draw bridge that lifts up You do not want to cross em [Hook] [Sevin] With the voice of Mike Myers, with gripped pliers And trip wires Im boobytrapping the game to rip liars And I maneuver like the dude from the Bourne Identity Pursued till subdued Or I mourn my enemies Im more like Kennedy Back and to the left Packin a venacular strap that can uhh... Rapture your breath The cloaks off These claymation rappers is so soft Bring out the bombs and have them looking like Tom... Brokawff The Napalms spillin My rellie before you pop in the LP Wrap your dome with a cold cloth You smell me? I wrote this quote with Mary Shelley And Im Sittin on a package that the Unibomber mailed me Kaboom! Resume the union These humans ruined HOGMOB preludes the viewin process Im a hostage of purification This whole games under severe Renovation [Hook]
sevin, signist, brokawff, kreese, respect