[Verse 1: Mazzi]
Yo, you best to focus on the epitome of dopeness
I swarm like locust on your whole crew that’s bogus
It ain’t hard to show this. It ain’t hard to tell
Make your brain cells swell when I’m breaking out my shell
And I leave you to dwell in a hip hop hell
Where DJs have no arms and MCs are tongueless
Spray cans are empty and markers are inkless
B-boys are crippled with crutches or legless
So respect this or that’ll be your situation
Predicament you’re facing. I’ll make your reality
Change drastically, radically, rapidly
Bring it to you and your faculty. I’d rather be
Chilling ever after, living happily. Instead, I see
Suckers with more front than backbone
They perpetrate, I elevate to crack domes with fat poems
Now recognize I wreck your eyes
So don’t sleep or fantasize, daydreamers
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
I take my position in the form of lotus
When I focus my optics to see through the bogus
And fraudulent present, but misrepresent
And can’t perform on sets like impotence in the act of sex
But what do you expect when your knowledge and intellect don’t connect?
That’s why, to sum, I be complex, leaving heads vexed
So they can’t understand the structure of my cerebral cortex
That roll with force like a vortex unraveling
Secret weapons when I’m battling
Those who be babbling, leaving them in trouble with us paddling
These snakes be rattling, try to poison me with venom
But I sever with sharp tactics that point like cactus
Knocking you off your axis of constant rotation on stations
Global extermination for these insects that be faking and wasting time and energy
Cats be coming with similar similes like the dress code at assemblies
That’s why I assemble these rhymes in order to verbally manslaughter
Those who can’t fit in my poetical quota, it’s over
Yo, you best to focus on the epitome of dopeness
I swarm like locust on your whole crew that’s bogus
It ain’t hard to show this. It ain’t hard to tell
Make your brain cells swell when I’m breaking out my shell
And I leave you to dwell in a hip hop hell
Where DJs have no arms and MCs are tongueless
Spray cans are empty and markers are inkless
B-boys are crippled with crutches or legless
So respect this or that’ll be your situation
Predicament you’re facing. I’ll make your reality
Change drastically, radically, rapidly
Bring it to you and your faculty. I’d rather be
Chilling ever after, living happily. Instead, I see
Suckers with more front than backbone
They perpetrate, I elevate to crack domes with fat poems
Now recognize I wreck your eyes
So don’t sleep or fantasize, daydreamers
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
I take my position in the form of lotus
When I focus my optics to see through the bogus
And fraudulent present, but misrepresent
And can’t perform on sets like impotence in the act of sex
But what do you expect when your knowledge and intellect don’t connect?
That’s why, to sum, I be complex, leaving heads vexed
So they can’t understand the structure of my cerebral cortex
That roll with force like a vortex unraveling
Secret weapons when I’m battling
Those who be babbling, leaving them in trouble with us paddling
These snakes be rattling, try to poison me with venom
But I sever with sharp tactics that point like cactus
Knocking you off your axis of constant rotation on stations
Global extermination for these insects that be faking and wasting time and energy
Cats be coming with similar similes like the dress code at assemblies
That’s why I assemble these rhymes in order to verbally manslaughter
Those who can’t fit in my poetical quota, it’s over
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