Lyrics

[Hook x8] "Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?" [Verse 1] Here I go — the lyrical specialist with the prescription I give you the legal drug addiction, non-fiction I got the shank to your memory bank How sharp? Don't be afraid of the dark Go into the light, you still can't see It can't be... the historical, metaphorical oracle Yes! The S — you know the rest, fuck the spellin' I'm tired of tellin' y'all who rule, 'cause you don't listen, fool Your dealin' with a nigga feelin' fury Surely, I purely destroy any toy with any game That's why I never lose, I never play I sever they style while I maintain mine Same time, yet differ-rent, mag-nificent No quest', unless it's the Tribe So check that vibe twice 'cause I'm nice Whoever got beef, tell me the price And I'll raise you a mill, dazed to a kill Some praise to appeal, never! Yet, I'm as lyrical as ever [Hook x6] "Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?" (YEAH!) [Verse 2] You wanna start a bout? Have you thought about consequences? Sentences, come to your senses, or defenses 'Cause I'm strictly throwin' hits Knowin' it's unfair, gun here Take an extra clip 'cause I'm next to flip Next time, bring in a next rhyme 'Cause I float like dead body, sting like a taser Sharper than a... laser Open-heart major surgery, transplant 'cause you have none Here's one, I dare son — shoot a fair one, that's a real one Granted, you're now implanted with enough heart to start But can you manage when I damage your bandage? And your stitch is open, and your bitch is open Is she? Something's fishy, I don't like this When I'm like this, they try to emulate my likeness Clones, microphones break from my intake Far phatter, mass matter, glass shatter Be careful! I got an earful Listen! I got them lyrics that you're missin' [Hook x6] "Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?" (YEAH!) [Verse 3] You're comin' with your new sound You never threw down Why try? Try Muay Thai, yeah, hang em' high in the closet 'Cause it wasn't a good idea Who should I fear? No one, the son of Jah Gimme some lah, and I get mystic Lyrics this thick, got weight You're not great, you're not good I shot wood, put you out your misery History in the makin' Fuckin' with a crazy Jamaican See, Spanish, 'cause they vanish when I brandish I got a hair trigga Yeah, nigga, I'm goin' hay wire May fire, might not, but it's white hot And with the right flow, the shit might blow So evacuate 'cause I detonate Leavin' ash, don't even ask Feel the blast, fast! I know you won't last, but you can still try Somebody want lyrics? Then come see the eye [Hook x8] "Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?" (YEAH!)