DJ Unknown & DJ Mekalek ft. Abnormal, L.I.F.E. Long, Orko the Sycotik Alien, and Percee P - “Masterpiece”
[Emcee(s): Abnormal, L.I.F.E. Long, Orko the Sycotik Alien (AKA Orko Eloheim), and Percee P]
[Producer(s): [?]]
[DJ Mix: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
[Scratches: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
[Intro: Abnormal]
Haha
[Verse 1: Abnormal]
Through the tinted glass, I’ll detect the napalm gas
From the cataclysmic havoc of the A-bomb blast
I’ll debate on what task I should take on last
Put a biological bullet in Shayṭān’s ass, and since
My state of mind’s passed off subliminal forces
Hallucigenic visions, distortions that’s riding on horses
Call me Salvador D-alí, Surrealistic
Lyricist. My genetics got infinite poetic energy
Easily transform kinetic equations
That’s embedded inside The Matrix of the space and time equations
Sipping the mercury out of a thermometer vial
Bombing your style while serving down the Andromeda’s Nile
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Teleported through radio beams of L.I.F.E., soaring with the speed
Of outflight through the skies of our afterlife. This guy writing the word
L.I.F.E. in Krylon. I’ll rhyme on a perplexed plane
And confuse brains, plus puncture pressure points and leave these punks. Decap-
-itators in the game ‘cause too many A-Alikes be alike like same
With similar concepts that don’t entertain. I’m fed up with these
Copycats with different names. That’s why I utilize my own brain
And formulate arsenic concepts, spark the flame (No doubt)
I’ll swallow petroleum gases and spit out poetical butane on these
Immature amateurs. In this game, I’m a carnivore
Who picks apart at the bodies of competitors, eat their flesh
And leave their carcasses to rot by the shores
[Emcee(s): Abnormal, L.I.F.E. Long, Orko the Sycotik Alien (AKA Orko Eloheim), and Percee P]
[Producer(s): [?]]
[DJ Mix: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
[Scratches: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
[Intro: Abnormal]
Haha
[Verse 1: Abnormal]
Through the tinted glass, I’ll detect the napalm gas
From the cataclysmic havoc of the A-bomb blast
I’ll debate on what task I should take on last
Put a biological bullet in Shayṭān’s ass, and since
My state of mind’s passed off subliminal forces
Hallucigenic visions, distortions that’s riding on horses
Call me Salvador D-alí, Surrealistic
Lyricist. My genetics got infinite poetic energy
Easily transform kinetic equations
That’s embedded inside The Matrix of the space and time equations
Sipping the mercury out of a thermometer vial
Bombing your style while serving down the Andromeda’s Nile
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Teleported through radio beams of L.I.F.E., soaring with the speed
Of outflight through the skies of our afterlife. This guy writing the word
L.I.F.E. in Krylon. I’ll rhyme on a perplexed plane
And confuse brains, plus puncture pressure points and leave these punks. Decap-
-itators in the game ‘cause too many A-Alikes be alike like same
With similar concepts that don’t entertain. I’m fed up with these
Copycats with different names. That’s why I utilize my own brain
And formulate arsenic concepts, spark the flame (No doubt)
I’ll swallow petroleum gases and spit out poetical butane on these
Immature amateurs. In this game, I’m a carnivore
Who picks apart at the bodies of competitors, eat their flesh
And leave their carcasses to rot by the shores
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