Beat Butcher Get Em’

Yeah, Melatonin Magik

Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Chopp Devize, Canibus

Undergod soldier, runnin off toastin

A notebook and vocals, a smidge overdosin

Even when the D-boy system not coastin

You hear my spoken better than when Rae lost his focus

Crystalized opiate to victimize opponents

With addictive lines coated in, snares and some solar hits

Motive is to sew up in ya, dopest with a doper grit

Son, Can-I, and I, Pai Mai's chosen men

Transcontinental conniseurs of the art of war

Knockin off non-essential artists which ya shoppin for

The buck stops when I step in the voicebox

and unload bars like they're several joy shots

Yellow light caution, my melatonin's archin

Sleep on me, and I'ma get to sleep stalkin

Technicians of lyrics, racketeering of sound

that'll surely be your last at your burial grounds

Ayyy! Get 'em, metaphorically speaking, this set of bars

is lettin off 'til several squads is deaded and weakened

or probably beheaded and beaten, severed and leakin

I get it, started like before I parted I settled in Eden

But evolved over the course of time

More was just forced to fall off course for the shine (yeah!)

I'm the ultimate, no alternate

Swords can give, darts with tips, dipped in arsenic

Most sound like nothin like after me

Track murdered the graveyard's bustin at the seams

(When I crush) like a nug out of the bag of the trees

To be honest, your rhymes sound like rotten to me (word)

I'm the sun, I'm the rise, and the fall

When I die and collapse the whole sky'll dissolve

(Yeah) And I fight for the cause

You should say my name first when describin the boss

Put up your laptop break the boombox plug your infantry your iPod

No need for tough talk, or rockin up in the streets with Krylon

Hip-Hop is not forgotten, its been watered down like Tick tock me wavin the timebomb, blowin it up so it don't die off

That's why I'm on the job with balls to supercharge your ions

I be the icon you read about in multiple Consulted by God, still open the third eye like I'm a cyclops

To keep my mind strong, I memorize entire rhyme blogs

Emcees try hard, but many just get sunk like a battleship

And missin a bunch of requirements like an asterisk

Fact or fiction I can't tell the difference when half of these rappers spit

Ignorant, I bet they don't even know what the meaning of whackness is

You actually think you're good, sorry man, your talent is absent kid

I guess them folks won't ever be dope no matter how much they practice it

Illy inject the game with passion, puttin an end to the abstinence

There's so many things for you to fathom but for now it's class dismissed

(Get 'em!) As we proceed to emcee

Keep it real recognize the skills over the beat

Hold up, don't shine your boots up, you still suck

You can't rhyme like this, unless you rhymin with US

Fuck the questions~! Find out for yourself

You got to find out who you help

Service to brothers, service to others, service to self

There's no way to tell

Even if you got a mic in your grill

You wanna sell? It's got nothin to do with bein ill

I rock bells with a glass of water and a melatonin pill

Put your soul into a spell, stay still

The universe movin at a pace, perhaps it'll all be revealed

For me this all happened because of a record deal

For you, this happened because of what you all feel

And now nobody can copy me, I am my own technology

You pay homage to me electronically

One out of three speak about they flawed philosophies

Betrayal, that is the cause of all hypocrisy

We are livin in the garden of technocracy

I am my own technology, ten thousand G

What's the weight of a light beam? Ask Killah Priest

He gon' tell you that your soul is not ready to be released

I'm a king with a slave's pair of feet, a flat-footed freak

I walk around hooded in the streets

Lookin for beats, the djinn creep lookin for beef

They lookin for the emcees with the invisible speech

So do not even look up at what you are beneath

Just stare straight ahead and pretend you're on the beach

My breathing becomes labored after they shock me with a taser

I fell to my knees then they shot me with a laser

Beat Butcha, one thousand bar street pusher like that

Snap, spring coil tap, release trigger

Melatonin Magik, metal drones with payload attachments

Shoot me in the head 'til I stop rappin

Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Propane Germaine

One day I'm a show you what we all made

Melatonin Magik, the golden child chanted

Daddy, the cell phone got too much static

Melatonin Magik is now trackin all known air traffic

Unknown traffic, just red flag it

Melatonin Magik, go to sleep, do not panic

The heart of your soul is in the planet

Melatonin Magik, turn your face to the left you maggot

Don't look at me unless you want a challenge

(Get 'em!) Architect, Chopp Devize

Reverse polarity, optic eyes in the skies

Melatonin Magik for minds like mines

like mines, like mines, like mines