Fucksoundcheck

[Verse 1]

My birth certificate reads: "Earth's most descriptive MC"

My death certificate'll read: "I'm dead, quit listening to me"

But while I'm here, I'll use the planet as a platform

To plant panic in faggots and bash 'em with a mask on

My stamina's twice more to boost

I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth

So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars ensue

From the mic lord your family likes more than you

Your dad'll lynch when I nurse you to trauma

'Cause my ad-libs are iller than any verse you could conjure

Megahertz will persecute you with honor

Weathermen'll take it one step further and murder your momma

Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom

Shot 'em with rhythm. I don't get problems, I give 'em

My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades

My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made

So when I rock, what's not to like?

I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write

Your faction is nothing, you'll get chewed for the hell of it

If rapping was fucking, your whole crew would be celibate

Copywrite'll shit a million words before your first

Sentence drops or before my double engine stops

Whichever comes first, but I'm determined to serve y'all

With permanent words, murdering germs

By avoiding the most obvious methods

My hobby is catching, and you can't dodge the Intrepid

Tis the season I'll cease you breathing through your chest

That's not a threat, it's the reason I was sent

[Hook]

Fucksoundcheck, the crowd wants it now

Fuck sight, by scent I'll hunt you down

There's 5 senses 4 seasons

3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing, 1 wheezing

Anyone that diss O-H Town? I'm shitting on

DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this? I'm shitting on

When we on stage, shut up until my click is gone

Show respect before your bitch is gone

[Verse 2]

Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3

You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me

No camera can capture the essence

A thousand years, nothing changed, Dracula never had a reflection

Fuck rocking mics, I'm cracking domes

With African Stones, my practice session's a classic alone

Give me six minutes with teams to strip gimmicks

I don't wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it

I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose

Try again and get ate/8 4 times like 32

By a raw crew that'll battle all you

With freestyles that result in thousand-dollar lawsuits

Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard

I evolve the practice of shit-talking to an art form

And you're banned from the mic. I get more dap over

The course of day then you'll see in the span of your life

Damn right, but I got all day if y'all wanna learn

The hard way, show y'all how a thunder god plays

To sum it up, I'll kill you. I don't blame you

For being wack, I'll blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you

Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles

Battle? Y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals

You ran, I launch rapid torpedos

Now I'm dead on your ass like rabbit fur speedos

God damnit, I laminate what I write

After seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic

I animate when I crawl right off the paper to cause random acts

Of slamming a fan's axe dead in ya man's back

My monstrous accomplice wants

To stun fast with the promptness of a gun blast, I'm like

Cement semen, I cum out the hardest

And I won't scalp tickets to a concert, I scalp the artist

[Hook]

Fucksoundcheck, the crowd wants it now

Fuck sight, by scent I'll hunt you down

There's 5 senses 4 seasons

3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing, 1 wheezing

Anyone that diss O-H Town? I'm shitting on

DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this? I'm shitting on

When we on stage, shut up until my click is gone

Show respect before your bitch is gone