Skorp Metah the destroyer of disgusting demon, detonates doomsday delivery down diligently during a deadly dual between himself and his alter ego.
I'm napalm at an oil rig waiting to explode
Trigger happy with confusion ready to unload
The news is bullshit, most shows are condescending
I'm more than meets the eye guess I'm transformer venting
My words derail trains cause God like destruction
The Satans of this nation I'm trying to kill them or sumthin
In a reservoir dog first choppem up then I'd dump em
Put em a vacant its karma from their corruption
I'll be tried for treason cause I'm searching for the reasons
I'm a vomit all my knowledge no dry heaven
My thoughts are a revolt to any conformity
That is boring me
Exploring thee universe that I see
To the 33rd degree
That's what I decree with no doubt or certainty
Fear is never hurting me
Elevated dreams dodge shots from the demented
Shattered expectation makes misery feel splendid
Happiness declined due to financial commitments
Magnified stress destruction reinvented
Must spit this relentless, I'm a hip-hop god apprentice
Fatality bitch control ya soul now you are finished
Until the fat lady sings we all trying to make it
Patience is a virtue; some lack it so they take it
But life is a lens grinder will make a spectacle of you
Acceptable for few my greatness is overdue
Part of the generation now, cause we followed all the rules
Now I'm a loose screw trying to destroy all the tools
They chisel at your heart until you're pitied by the fools
The final nail in the coffin supposed to have you subdue
I'm six inch punching Bruce Lee Kill Billing it
Stay out of my 360 otherwise you are feeling it
Without a reasonable doubt this verse wouldn't exist
Resurrect intellect so ignorance doesn't persist
So it's a bittersweet symphony to the awesome end
Work life balance trying to find the perfect blend
Verve at max that's my energetic style
I might as well smile as the gas prices pile
High higher wages go lower
Thinking of investing in yayo and baking soda
At least I'd work for myself not have to worry about a quota
In the eyes of GI's I'm screaming go Cobra
I'll go nuckin futs, until this ill beat is over
Or til I'm no longer sober this is my lisa mona
Tsunami of emotion washed away with more patrona
Engulfed by slick shit oil all in my persona
Put the lime in the coconut and one in the corona
INTOXICATED flow pray I'll never be sober
My enemy mister envy entice with a bribe
Screw ambitions just go do ya job
So our difference don't collide
You're a virus in my system
Just climb this corporate latter our disagreements I'll dismiss them
Well Skorp Metah if that my real name
Supplying listener with ear cocaine
Numbing their left brains, high on a heaven sent plane
Flying over the masses creating my own lane
Such a shame for these lames its mean to even call me average
No pun intended for those that can grasp it
Abracadabra half-baked magic
Defying gravity and feeling fantastic
So as I move from box to box, car to work, car then home
Open end paradox, during train rides I zone
Lack of peace of mind keeps ready for war
And every song on the radio I've heard it before
Same shit different asshole with the same agenda
Naïve intellect with no tone or timbre
All the riches in the world couldn't purchases me salvation
So this is just a warning to de evil and the Satans
Matter a fact it's a promise that I'm sure to keep
Push me to close to the edge with the reaper you shall sleep. Amen
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mister you j'ai un peux tiséby TheIcetea3216,046 views
Begining had me tripping out but that was sick...
Biggshownob 10 months ago