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- 5 Tracks, 17.21
Written and performed by El Genio a.k.a. Bane Laden, M.I.O., and Dafrosty a.k.a. Mars Armstrong
Instrumentals: Rakim - Guess Who's Back, DJ Babu - Lauralee, Non Phixion - If You Got Love
Recorded at The Bat Cave
Drop these lyrics on these emcees/
While they run and hide like the Japanese/
In the 40's/
Compose and dispose/
Making them decompose/
Making them as compost with this post/
Apocalyptic lyrics, who's the illest?
When I continue to raise the bar without being in it/
Ill to the core when the genius run the track with ulterior motives/
Lethal poison into your nostrils/
With the watchers lyrical apostles
With the spoken gospels/
The bat republican/
With the guarantee of dead emcees in every session/
They forgot to mention, God doesn't play dice but freestyles with me and Odin/
Sunder the earth and shatter those who walk upon it/
Coming with RPGs and panzers on my shoulders,
I spit colder with revolvers, mass extinction/
Hale strom surround the compound when I spit on it/
Watch the throne as I sat on it
My ubiquity is evident like the forensics/
Examine your carcasses for evidence, marks on the wrists/
Smack cats in different time signatures as part of my signature dish/
Lyrically elevated, be careful when you're rhyming with me
When i scorch the earth and crush those who defy me
Whenever I rap I go high rev,
Pedal to the metal,
I be stepping on the gas.
Boosting pass you,
You ain't fast fool,
Watch me munch on you like fast food.
Take aims at me you missed it,
My existence is a sickness,
Spread like cancer on your asses.
Ahh I stay lifted,
Yeah I aint made it
But I push it to the limit you could say I'm dedicated.
I've got that mind that's design to rhyme beyond my time
visionary kid and I aint even on my prime
These haters I get around em,
yet I'm livin real raw no condoms.
High score flow if y'all put me to the test,
I bring the heat I'll keep it burning I make the mic melt.
Too many quotes y'all should put me in a nut shell
I cracked a fortune cookie its say 'I will not fail.'
pack punches like Prince Naseem,
I knock you out with a mean 16
So Egoistic yeah that's my team,
On my level? Imagine a yao ming
Smile bitch please.
I'm coming spitting killing with the rap hits,
Splitting every definition of the visionary classics.
Witnessing the birth of the bastards,
Couldn't come up lyrical in syncopated rhythms in the presence of The Bat Cave.
Hit em with the happenings,
When we coming kicking with the termanologies adapted from the rap game.
Busting with the bad aim is kinda like a tad lame,
When we flip the script to emphasize the mad skills.
Acting kinda funny when the madness exaggerated by the master lyricist,
Elevation as the rap reign boom bap supremacist,
4th Reich style in a localized Rotschild mindstate.
Get em slinging with the algorithms I been kickin,
Eversince I grew a deeper sense of lyricism,
When I study from the greatest figures innovative,
When they stimulated by evironments of violence so they uplift it.
I am gifted with the sickest company of misfits,
Spent the time to teach tricks, elevated to the peak, yes,
Sky's no limit when you stylin with the infinite rhymes,
From a higher mind immortalized in the timeless space,
Of the amplified rhyme waves,
Transmitted to be heard twenty light years away,
All the way live and direct,
Armstrong rest in peace, respect.