Folklore

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif] I bungee jump your interface, Inner Space Martin Short, frame contort Many thoughts trickle down the spine I'm everywhere at one time Omnipresent, hardly pleasant, your investment up for auction at the fertile crescent Isn't that a bitch?! Told you that I'm nice with Boskonovitch Wanna switch? Flip the switch, watch your body twitch Oh so cold and gruesome with hands like Newsome, choose some Opposition, leave your neck piece loose and oozing blood Hop up out the ground like C.H.U.D Mini beast, eat a couple humans, operation mini feast Many pieces linger, necks and finger, if ya Still breathing I return to injure with the Power of Thor, I summon the raw Come in the door with a big saw, then seep through the floor I permeate surface, the earth is just one level Keep the rhymes outside of the box to raise rebels [Break: Mr. Lif] Yes. Another dose of the uncut raw to you jaw. To the mic...Dumbtron [Verse 2: Dumbtron] Abrasive levels appraise devil music with a monocle Phenomenal rhinoceros in a box with much smaller animals my hoofs on your mandible With ox cutter audio to shave loose tooth enamel So crack me a grin as fake as you can The brrap greet ya like the grim reaper shakin' your hand fam Indeed it is a rap feature Dumbtron is ear porn Creature from the black murk lurkin when you grand stand And take an elephant shit on you and your mans plans Y'all some parrots and fake as the pair on Pam An Rather unique, one day out of the week, at a crowded boutique Smack a wack rapper out of his teeth music concrete Alarming heat at the heels of a punk politician Trump tall tales with a bump full of bomb fission Throw arms start swingin', alarming from a long distance The song suggests somethin' is infinitely wrong with him [Break] Next I'd like to bring to the mic. Representing Jedi Mind Tricks. My man Vinnie Paz. Murder [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] The sentinel smash Without even a dent in your glass I was gas I was the Dali Lama tenuous past I was ash I was the soil that transcended to grass I'm Richie Valens last thought when he went through the crash I was calm I was created in a heavenly storm I was Viet Cong I fought against the enemy bomb I was strong I was the bullet grazing Kennedy's arm I'm Islam Allahu Akbar, stand to Imam I was pain I was the innocent that set to be slain I was change I didn't overstand why Malcolm was maimed I was framed I was Mumia when they locked him in chains I helped Assata out of Clinton Then they got in the plane I was breath Was an organism turned into flesh I was death I was the fire burning David Koresh I was fresh I told Rick and Russell how to be Def I was best Before you mothafuckas took what was left