Transmorgify

[Hook: Talib Kweli] From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost Most of y'all walk around here comatose Yeah, yeah From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost Most of y'all walk around here comatose (Comatose) Yeah, check it [Verse 1: Donte] You should fear this motion detector on your spirit Don't stand near it, might possess it with my lyrics, hear this As I KO, foreign like NATO For old-school cravers, I bring flavors like Fago But not pop, I got poured like the knocks on A wack finishing movе, my crew changed The drags, I'll bе ripping arms off for showing No plans for tomorrow ‘cause the fucking world’s over Live for today, the whole planet's disarray Devils up in space, trying to find a place to stay Evacuate Earth, red alert, my mouth so Filthy ‘cause God made his real niggas out of dirt And what's worse: I snatch mics like a purse Put holes in shirts so deep it makes the soul hurt Pardon my grammar, but fuck the fame and glamour, battle Protect your neck from these niggas with the jackhammer One in the chamber, hah, one in the streets Welcome to the ill side, home of the Hillside Strangler, skin tight, bend you thin like Pinstripes, my tongue extends, thrust, crush Your windpipe, gesundheit. Darkness, no sun Or moonlight, forty days of rain and thirty-nine nights Of pain proceeded when I came, it hurt Mother Earth Prior to me being born, she had birth pains [Verse 2: Main Flow] I attack infected tracks like Golden Seals But when I stack, I react like I'm folding mills Crazy stepping, my arsenal correctly vexing Numerous directors catching wrecking raps in the sessions I toss a lesson, this profess’ line ‘em up To test, down below properties they rest I get so spiritual inhaling crushed leaves Downtown, I used to watch the Five roll down and bust thieves Too many crime plots to infiltrate the crime watch While local Five-O’s and Feds run up in dime spots I'm holding pistols over heads of fakes that blow them whistles My illustrations captivate and then explode like missiles With the connection that I got My lyrical plots come back and lock down blocks Realize my colleagues connect with the disarmer The way I’m vexed will cause an insane karma [Hook: Talib Kweli] From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost Most of y'all walk around here comatose Yeah, yeah From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost Most of y'all walk around here comatose (Comatose) Yeah, yeah