Crisis

Everybody got the memo, Michael Myers man I'm mental

Messy murder monumental mixed my mind

Metamorphosis made it mainly my many maneuvers

Missin' my malice malevolent mister N9ne!

Mediocre motherfuckers my motive makin' minimum

Maniacal makin' me mash my line

MONSTER! Musical massacre

Metaphysical minion may never match my grind

When I'm bustin' you think of poppin' the E

Hoppin' to Nina Boppin' need no stop and lockin' the B

We droppin' off and a couple's talkin' to me

But I flee, never see, Tecca Neez, I be, forever

Look at the K.O.D. demolish, I'm polished

I get dollars, I get more guala mixologist and many I sell

You will never see the light of day right away

You will die but I hide away, say goodbye, I'll see you in Hell

True shots, a-who's got the crew's water?

You soft, I move rocks, a Mustafa

Boondock ya boo, Soo-Woo what a

Two chakras, you lost the new nana

Out with the weak and in with the raw

Put you in deep and have your mama seekin' the law

Freaking the beat, I get to peekin'

Leavin' you off with the saw

Ain't nobody beatin' me in the brawl

Y'all got to know, I stop the show

Pick you off of the pillar, you know I drop the fo'

Sick and I this is sick as suckas, sock a ho

Oh, you ain't even in my optical

I shock ya though, I rock the flow

Nah, not so low like burnin' optimo

Wassup to Joe from my block, the MO

I did it to death and my nigga I got to go!

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth

It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event of verbal annihilation if you don't know the truth

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage

It can be any murder scene, making you have to evacuate the premises

Killing the audience up on the stage

We are an anomaly, coupling, coming stopping up in the gut

You got to be loving the cut em or fucking em up

Or probably busting em up

Or vodka be up in the cup and drama be nothing to us

A combination of some oddities, coming to crush

And y'all won't be nothing to touch

Ya body, we cutting em up

Twista ready to bang, and Tech got his face painted

Like he bout to go and do a robbery up in the truck

Whenever you recollect at me, a table taco

Bitch I see it like Liam Neesen in Taken

No Taken 2, better yet Tekken two

Wrecking you like I was vehicle Eddie

Or ready to reappear like I was Yoshimitsu

From the darker side of the universe

Universal predator is what you didn't know

And they will go and get you

And I'm immediately about to punish ruin a invitational

Whether I treat you like a bitch or hit you

But Tech, me and you could speak on the evil type of terminology

Em heard our music but didn't know we were an odyssey or an oddity

It's a murder probably, if not then I bet you we cause a verbal lobotomy

Tell them niggas to make a move that when they move I will abuse

I'll show em they finna lose and I refuse to be a fool

I kill em, I keep em cool but I'mma do what I'mma do

Because I'm breaking the rules, let's go

Bust you under lyrics, that's how I shoot this

They so evil we gon f**k'em while chunking up the deuces

It's the goof, it's what a lyric proof, it's on the roof, it's

I could leave your whole team skadooshis, it's a nuisance

Ooh it's, somebody you don't really want to get into it with

I'm mythical, difficult when I don't know if it'll be

A wise thing for you to do as far as playing with the unusual

Orien, and I am a scientifical

Indivisibility within the infrastructure of the family that I created is inevitable

Especially if we committed to getting money

So f**k the haters because it's the paper that you better get you

Take a mental with the spatial, leave it alone

My album dimension because I can get deep with a song

But look of a fiend, I'mma put him asleep with the chrome

Or lock a machine, f**k him if he ain't breathing alone, die

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth

It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event of verbal annihilation if you don't know the truth

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage

It can be any murder scene, making you have to evacuate the premises

Killing the audience up on the stage

We are an anomaly, coupling, coming stopping up in the gut

You got to be loving the cut em or fucking em up

Or probably busting em up

Or vodka be up in the cup and drama be nothing to us

A combination of some oddities, coming to crush

And y'all won't be nothing to touch

Ya body, we cutting em up

Twista ready to bang, and Tech got his face painted

Like he bout to go and do a robbery up in the truck