Seven Light Years

[Verse 1]

When the mic is near me, you've got every right to fear me

So ahead of my time not even a psychic hears me

When a snare drops my brain unlocks

And you're dodgin this insane assault, I wouldn't entertain the thought

Battle scars I'll leave you stuck with it

My style's like a pussy with AIDS, you don't wanna fuck with it

Non believers who won't accept we're the hottest, sleep on us

And wake up in flame broiled pajamas

Your thought's weak, move on

I change your heartbeat from twelve BPMs to the speed of a Luke song

If you even puke wrong your career's sold I'm too strong

I can hold Jupiter with my earlobes

I'll pull out some shit I wrote when I was seventeen or so

And mop you vs. the shit you wrote a week ago

I'm timeless, priceless; you rhymeless, micless

Bottom line I'm the nicest

My I.Q. doubles when in times of crisis

And my mind's as sharp as this razor you bout to get sliced with

All day during eternity. Always

"Copywrite seven eight" will echo through hell's hallways

[Hook] (x2)

I came seven light years before the dark ages

With eight different infinite ways to spark stages

Got a nine man crew that controls the rain

And the soul of every listener that knows my name

[Verse 2]

I possess what you stupid motherfuckers need to get

If it ain't MHz or Weathermen it's a piece of shit

The mic's the worst solution to even this

Cause you'll go through twice the persecution Jesus did

I'll step on stage with a black cape with a wack rhyme

About your fat date

And how I met your mommy on the chat line

This fool Nelson will put you in a full nelson

Leave you layin face down in your stool yelpin

A thousand of your fans ready to kill me

And tell the sound man if he wants to jump in he can feel free

Instead of threats in your face I sprayed your ass to hell

Blast myself and resurrected a day later

So drop the mic this instant

Pocketknife through the throats of those that commit

Copywrite infringement

A sick twisted vengeance. I keep crappin on opponents

And sleep on more wrappers than the homeless

Deliver constant misery. I don't spit positivity

I spit on positivity and send fakes to a grim fate

Labels can drop me. I don't give a shit, I'm in it to vent hate

If they're dumb enough to sign me, great

Got a list of a hundred things I hate

And you're number one through ninety eight

If you hear an R&B bitch singing on my tape it's cuz

She got a gallon of my semen clingin to her face

[Hook] (x2)

I came seven light years before the dark ages

With eight different infinite ways to spark stages

Got a nine man crew that controls the rain

And the soul of every listener that knows my name

[Verse 3]

There's two type of emcees

Those that wanna face me get hacked and fail

And those that have faced me and await a rematch in hell

My vocal tones pipe bomb your face in

Hold your own? You have trouble holding conversations

You're left with little to no air

Duct tape your mouth

Leave you upside down in the middle of nowhere

Shine like rays of sun. My brain's a gun

What you're tryin to say in six bars I can explain in one

It's obvious my skull weighs a ton

Over a billion gigabytes I download information from

I'll pelt you clowns. Ugly as fuck plus timid

Then melt you down and reconstruct y'all in my image

I ain't spittin if the track ain't hard hittin

I don't care if Premier, Mu Tao or Mozart did it

I'm deep with a fistful of satire

It's this type of trajectory that makes heat seeking missiles backfire

I show love to troops that I bomb

By givin hugs to crews with nuclear arms

I'm like Chuck Manson on tape

My choruses are me givin my victims a chance to escape

The raw phantom without a champion jaw is here to scar

Your soft patterns with adamantium claws

My mic will make your nerves ache

Me comin off ain't the issue

I wasn't screwed on right in the first place

[Hook] (x2)

I came seven light years before the dark ages

With eight different infinite ways to spark stages

Got a nine man crew that controls the rain

And the soul of every listener that knows my name