[Intro: Planet Asia]
Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples
"Watch your ear drums pop"
"Watch your ear drums pop, got this rap shit locked"
"Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed"
[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery, I'm locally accepted
Worldwide respected, so gimme mines and meet your deathwish
Dead at the throat like floatin' wit' your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way beyond, my mind shines harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel
Trigger-happy, anxious to earn a stripe, like it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic now meet your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters
Duck it, you're fuckin wit' the spot rushers
Bustin' wit' brand new artillery cocked
Straight out the metal shop, to catch you up close, dead on the spot
There goes your manhood, Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods
Blaze you wit' the heat, destroy my conscience, for the backward
Easin up ain't in the plans, I leave MC's wit' no stands
Ill conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance
[Interlude 1: Iriscience]
"Iriscience ya'll"
"MC Iriscience"
"Rakaa you don't rhyme fair"
Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples
"Watch your ear drums pop"
"Watch your ear drums pop, got this rap shit locked"
"Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed"
[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery, I'm locally accepted
Worldwide respected, so gimme mines and meet your deathwish
Dead at the throat like floatin' wit' your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way beyond, my mind shines harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel
Trigger-happy, anxious to earn a stripe, like it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic now meet your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters
Duck it, you're fuckin wit' the spot rushers
Bustin' wit' brand new artillery cocked
Straight out the metal shop, to catch you up close, dead on the spot
There goes your manhood, Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods
Blaze you wit' the heat, destroy my conscience, for the backward
Easin up ain't in the plans, I leave MC's wit' no stands
Ill conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance
[Interlude 1: Iriscience]
"Iriscience ya'll"
"MC Iriscience"
"Rakaa you don't rhyme fair"
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!