[Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long]
Open, shut case. Abracadabra—release the magic
Beginning a reign of warfare with automatics
Bear witness to this madness—this is tragic
Graphic view looking inside my headhunter’s basket
See victims tortured, slain from after my reign
Whole bombing, wiped out on top asphalt terrain
Executed harsh for playing. I get my work done
A lone, last man standing here to heal the dumb
Those not conscious to the aftereffects
Couldn’t decipher or decode—my code’s too complex
Categorize me in the attic—always over heads
But still keeping it gully with spiders and cobwebs
Stand, screech when you walk my staircase
Up flights, taking you outside of your place
Inside my realm of the original, abnormal individual
Unleashing locked syllables that sing through the pitiful
Crushing weaklings too blind—proceed to snuffing you
[Hook: Samples with Black Panther Scratches]
“Straight out of the depths of hell” - Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox's "A B-Boy's Alpha" (x3)
“Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!” - L.I.F.E. Long
“Straight out of the depths of hell” - Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox's "A B-Boy's Alpha”
“Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!” - L.I.F.E. Long
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
No explanations. Don’t act like I never spit raw
Like I ain’t juggle blindfolded with bladed saws
Mr. Unbelievable, head turner, giving spine chills
Satisfying like crackheads sucking off of grills
It pays the bills to show y’all ill
Nothing-but-the-words-is-rotten.com
Sickness put together for you to log on
Stay in tune to my massacre with words
Damaging, a disturbed nervous system’s demolishing teams. Got
Shit for frequencies, reaching London to Queens
Let me hit you all, bring you silence when I conversate with violence
Stunning your alliance. No time to ponder, bitch up and act somber
You brought it to yourself—caught your karma
Right in your chest, collapsing your world
Now you running ‘round, bitching like a little girl
With pedal pushers and pigtails, you crossdresser
Caught in the act, looking not greater—in fact, lesser
Then who you said you really was. That’s why I’m pulling cards
Straighten you street bugs
Open, shut case. Abracadabra—release the magic
Beginning a reign of warfare with automatics
Bear witness to this madness—this is tragic
Graphic view looking inside my headhunter’s basket
See victims tortured, slain from after my reign
Whole bombing, wiped out on top asphalt terrain
Executed harsh for playing. I get my work done
A lone, last man standing here to heal the dumb
Those not conscious to the aftereffects
Couldn’t decipher or decode—my code’s too complex
Categorize me in the attic—always over heads
But still keeping it gully with spiders and cobwebs
Stand, screech when you walk my staircase
Up flights, taking you outside of your place
Inside my realm of the original, abnormal individual
Unleashing locked syllables that sing through the pitiful
Crushing weaklings too blind—proceed to snuffing you
[Hook: Samples with Black Panther Scratches]
“Straight out of the depths of hell” - Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox's "A B-Boy's Alpha" (x3)
“Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!” - L.I.F.E. Long
“Straight out of the depths of hell” - Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox's "A B-Boy's Alpha”
“Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!” - L.I.F.E. Long
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
No explanations. Don’t act like I never spit raw
Like I ain’t juggle blindfolded with bladed saws
Mr. Unbelievable, head turner, giving spine chills
Satisfying like crackheads sucking off of grills
It pays the bills to show y’all ill
Nothing-but-the-words-is-rotten.com
Sickness put together for you to log on
Stay in tune to my massacre with words
Damaging, a disturbed nervous system’s demolishing teams. Got
Shit for frequencies, reaching London to Queens
Let me hit you all, bring you silence when I conversate with violence
Stunning your alliance. No time to ponder, bitch up and act somber
You brought it to yourself—caught your karma
Right in your chest, collapsing your world
Now you running ‘round, bitching like a little girl
With pedal pushers and pigtails, you crossdresser
Caught in the act, looking not greater—in fact, lesser
Then who you said you really was. That’s why I’m pulling cards
Straighten you street bugs
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