[Verse 1:]
Name a rapper that could lift up the mic stand
Not say a word and get applause with no mic in his hand
But a knife in his pants I'm a vigilante
Used to be in Honda Civics with my niggas antsy
Hats backhandy with the system quaking
Philly fitted, black gloves like a first baseman
Every verse shake them now they nervous twitching
Didn't know my simple words burned your nervous system
You a murder victim, I'm paying the hitman
I'm with Banish and they vanish when the flames hit them
I'm so sick man I can't get prescriptions
They kick me out of hospitals cause I'm so addicted
The oxycontin of a cocky doctrine
Enlighten the crowd, a lyrical tsunami plotting
Army Of The Pharaoh frontline
I'm up front cause I'm so clutch when it's crunchtime
[Chorus:]
Let the madness begin
If you ain't the shit you better dip
You better take off before I break off
Let the madness begin, I'm tapping your chin
I'll rip your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
Wanna face off? I just send you to the lord
Rapping with me is like kissing a bus
Man you get fucked up and all bashed up
[Verse 2:]
Came a long way thinking what the strong say
Our way killer we feel it after a long day
Song stay stuck in your head like a fallacy
My team on the buck with a puff of the wild green
Style breed change but we out for the paper stacks
Take you back [?] where we lay you flat
Slay a track easy, believe me we gonna mash it quick
Banish, Planet, Crypt turn your weak little plan into shit
Damage your bitch and it ain't nothing personal
Flipped her in ten positions, show her that I'm versatile
Hurts to feel stupid, you fuckers getting the worst pain
First lane moving is losing I got a cursed brain
Insane God's fury take the world along
Couldn't answer questions, the bullets flew, you dead wrong
Head strong like my mind's been hitting the juice
Get truth when I tell you that you'll be visiting Proof
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo it's Outerspace and we back in the building
Lick shots in the air till it's collapsing the ceiling
Faggots like you got the nerve to catch feelings
Cause our shit bang louder and we be top billing
We be top villains, my team we block killing
Praying on my downfall can't see me rock millions
Plan is chilling, Crypt is chilling
Banish will pull the ratchet and smack you little children
[?] your third eye blind
Going in front like you ain't heard I rhyme
I'm violent by design, rhymes are x-rated
Clip's extra long continue to just spray shit
Y'all real errors continue to say gay shit
I'm a savage, blood and guts over the pavement
Body anybody if it's over a payment
These word arrangements leave me guilty at my arraignment