Lyrical Lullaby

A whole defensive line couldn't stop my rhymes,

I leave tricks flatlined with columbine lines

And crack spines,

I leave mics numb with morphine,

Your team could step and get blazed like nicotine,

Burned like gasoline in the tank of my beam,

Sunk like submarines while I fuck a marine,

I'm A Team, about to blow up like caroseen,

My flows is hittin like a pipe with no smokescreen

More lines than magazines, droppin verses like fumbles

... I turnbuckles in lyrical royal rumbles

While you bitches stumble, we shake em like runnin backs

Kickin up more dust than Carl Lewis runnin track

My flash then Kodak, kickin lip when I'm pimpin,

Bustas could'ntsee me with mothafuckin restrictions

I pop the clip in for suckas who start friction

To keep you bustas movin like this was an eviction

I'm from "don't five a fuck dot com"

I spit these raps like two gats plus the holy Qur'an

It's essential I bust like a block monsta,

Duck low from the blaze of this helicopta

Like Agatha Christie, you're dyin a mystery,

Because these streets are real, seriously

Buggs Bunny mothafuck you know who I am,

Rap gun slanger yo Simity Sam

Yo, spicy like Cajun rice, cold as ice

You rev like the Dodge Daytona with the pipes

My empires strikes back for tigas and Jedis

Lyrics that kill rhymes, 2 to the 4 5

My soul is the soul of a replicon,

Decepticon, and you ain't even met Shere Khan

Cause I'll bounce you like a Polo stick off a brick,

Then lose you in the smoke of the cannabis

Yo, the popeye crooked eye, strapped with a alibi

The only MC to shoot you a lullaby

Darth Vader force, of course, round the neck

MC slugs, of course, round the chest

This is how we blaze for Jah, rock your Kah

And tell those freaks to, yeah, drop your brah

The pisces killa whale is like a diary

And I'm a boss at what I do, you can't fire me

I grab the mic and spit flows til I decompose,

I been screamin "fuck the hos" since I was an embryo

And fuck the radio, I'm stayn strictly underground

And,

Fuck a trick, I wouldn't save a bitch if she was drownin

2 10s poundin in my 325

Rippin 10 times 65, combined with 4 and 5

Comin straight from the west like a south paw crackin jaws,

A player with a bigger sack than Santa Claus

My shits raw, that's why I'm bout ta blow like land mines

Equipped with more lines than the New York Times

My rhymes is dope like a syringe of heroin

Cause I got my shit together like Siamese twins

You fake like a mannequin, your flows ain't tight

Bitch ass MC's could'ntsee me in daylight

And this collaboration, is for a classic compilation,

5-0s hatin, I'm hittin fences like immigration