Storm

It's crazy in here

We take you now to the satellite

You want action, storm the studio

[Edan]

(Hit the Studio)

Crush, kill, mutilate, spill

Blood, thud, the limp body is a thug

Flood scarlet, protoplasmic cells, flow, slow

With no halo, dragon in hell

Stay low key, praise, elohims

Melodies, play hellish strength, M-O-G

I see radios through the M-I-C when I speak to ya

When I cease, When I leave, through the exit

The question is can I be, Smoother

Choose you manoeuvre to Buddah

Be beautiful sooner first

Get in tune with the Universe

Versatility add activity

Captivity, energy through seafood

Gotta be the prelude to what we do kid

My blueprint makes you rent tuxedo's

Taggin' & raggin' & baggin', zig-zaggin'

And back in the diagonal crush of bun b-lo

Trust me though, you fuckin' with the lux regal

What mud evil can clutch the untouched eagle?

See you at the summit, you plummet more

While I soar through the unexplored

Toured where the sun goes warm

Paramour, I perform through a storm

My radioactive uniform leaves you deformed

Unify man, woman and little guy

Visualize, I can design rhymes that symbolize

Rhymes that intertwine with time lines for 99 lifetimes

That unwind to find the minds of mankind to shine

Define simile

Simulate the template of the best made verse

Innuate to emulate words

Don't denigrate the trade, create birth

The unification of race as that verse was clashin'

Oppression in murderous fashion

Breed new plants, virtuous craftsmen

The seamen's in the sand, you see 'em from the air

Fu Manchu pants had a verbal assassin

[Mr. Lif]

I settle all things through a megaphone

I spit transmit land split sanchez

Another grip by lif, thats M-R to the L-I

Leave niggas near far for rippin' tongues soft

Searchin' for the center of ya frame, just copy

Got no blood, your arteries left soft

Hot of the presses, yeses, the EPs'll bless us

Strifes and stresses, various points infiltrate us

Laps collapse cells within the cause of contrast

First, worst, anything reacts for tracks

All your personal facts 'till ya backtrack

And guess your illiterate who gets stomped and laughed at

So primitive, derivative, of a figurative

Phrase from back in the days I use to the little kids

Amplest mental midgets, with ten digits

Opposable thumb don't mean you can get dumb

Officially its only my mind that limits me

And lately I've been havin' visions of infinity

On the horizon, I'm a prizin' when my tales be survivin'

With me sur-rhymin', some murderers were left silent

Those who spoke choked on hope, threw up

So much pressure in their cell 'till their dome blew up

I'm helpin' the hell boy, the piles compose my frame

And they'll even dissipate this rage

Train the ladder, my flows compose the louder

For you to ripple down 'till you hit the ground

Check my synopsis, ripped by cyclops's

Autopsy deemed trite trite from lobby's

Sloppy in some cases, your flow fold by four places

Mold to the globe's oasis

History's a myth to me, the current is electricity

An ankle that'll start and dangle there

Physically swivel maybe talk to T La Rock

So give up and put down the Mic

And admit that you're soft and get DONE