The Klassics FT 2ill15
Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 10:08 am
Arcane:
quit making excuses, see my rhythm abuses/
hit hard enough for your unborn kids to be feelin the bruises/
your useless, in need of some serious juices/
like playing "hot" and "cold" in room temperature your clueless/
i'm like a breed of gremlins, with unlimited engines/
split your mid section with armed lyrical weapons/
get in line for the lesson, they owe me the pensions/
break your skull no questions in less then a few seconds/
always remain perilous, show no form of gentleness/
i'm "venomous" from the beginning like thoughts of "Genesis"/
got you feeling the emphasis, on a tremulous trip like i was born in the exodus/
so come get trapped in my "maze" like the "ring" of Daedalus/
put you in a turbulent concussion, no room for permanent assumptions/
your just begging to die like poisonous supplement consumption/
can't outdo me with a troubled conjunction, moving like "motorboat" propulsion/
the concussion would leave your body in split throat convulsions/
2Ill15:
The bastard who mastered his craft faster than those in classes
Rappin’ to be the baddest, and kick the asses of pastors
Condemned to be tremendous, and menacing as the bodies of dead Kennedys
My flow is way too fucking sick, so you can’t make a remedy
That makes my rhymes like HIV, my flow doper than Ketamine
You’re running a race without your shoes, you ain’t ready b
Running off of adrenalin, killin’ like penicillin,
eatin’ all these rappers and filling up on their fillings
Rhyming tough like leather, that makes your flow polyester
Leaving people silent it’s perfect for acapella
And fuck roc-a-fella, I spit hotter than sweaters
The devil thinks that he’s hot, wait ‘till he meets THIS fella
My belly was never yella, this shit is darker than cellars
I’m twistin’ up all my words like a helicopter propeller
But enough about me see I came to murder these MCs
Who think that they are seeing me, that’s WONDERful are you STEVIE?
Leavin these bitches seething , strangle em with a g-string
Scramble em with some cheese and then beat em up while they’re breeding
I’m so ruthless and giving rappers contusions, confusin’ em so elusive
F in my english class cuz my vocabularies stupid.
quit making excuses, see my rhythm abuses/
hit hard enough for your unborn kids to be feelin the bruises/
your useless, in need of some serious juices/
like playing "hot" and "cold" in room temperature your clueless/
i'm like a breed of gremlins, with unlimited engines/
split your mid section with armed lyrical weapons/
get in line for the lesson, they owe me the pensions/
break your skull no questions in less then a few seconds/
always remain perilous, show no form of gentleness/
i'm "venomous" from the beginning like thoughts of "Genesis"/
got you feeling the emphasis, on a tremulous trip like i was born in the exodus/
so come get trapped in my "maze" like the "ring" of Daedalus/
put you in a turbulent concussion, no room for permanent assumptions/
your just begging to die like poisonous supplement consumption/
can't outdo me with a troubled conjunction, moving like "motorboat" propulsion/
the concussion would leave your body in split throat convulsions/
2Ill15:
The bastard who mastered his craft faster than those in classes
Rappin’ to be the baddest, and kick the asses of pastors
Condemned to be tremendous, and menacing as the bodies of dead Kennedys
My flow is way too fucking sick, so you can’t make a remedy
That makes my rhymes like HIV, my flow doper than Ketamine
You’re running a race without your shoes, you ain’t ready b
Running off of adrenalin, killin’ like penicillin,
eatin’ all these rappers and filling up on their fillings
Rhyming tough like leather, that makes your flow polyester
Leaving people silent it’s perfect for acapella
And fuck roc-a-fella, I spit hotter than sweaters
The devil thinks that he’s hot, wait ‘till he meets THIS fella
My belly was never yella, this shit is darker than cellars
I’m twistin’ up all my words like a helicopter propeller
But enough about me see I came to murder these MCs
Who think that they are seeing me, that’s WONDERful are you STEVIE?
Leavin these bitches seething , strangle em with a g-string
Scramble em with some cheese and then beat em up while they’re breeding
I’m so ruthless and giving rappers contusions, confusin’ em so elusive
F in my english class cuz my vocabularies stupid.
