Got My Mind Made Up

Of the bomb prophalaks for protection

So my fuckin' sack won't collapse

Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x-rays

Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave

I wonder, if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MC's

Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra

Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much

Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch

I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' bom-bay

Your got dissed, that's before it's in'est like balmay

My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind

As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pine

There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin'

I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'

Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain

Laughter enhances the chances of the killin'

Why is that? 'cause smilin' faces deceive

You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease

My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe

Your whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees

In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics

My verbal snipe, your vocab on site

I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall

You'd already have an idea about the superior sphere

The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator

I rock from here to there, to Philly and back

To L.A on the spot where I rock and bust like straps

As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact

Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

Like Hitler, stickin' up (Jews) with German (lugers)

The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

Will be back after this message don't touch the dial

Rarely do you see an MC out for justice

Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)

Melons get swellin's, I paint mental pictures like Magellen

Half of my clan's repeat felons

Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

Man I stay on point like icicles

Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical

All up in your motherfuckin' mouth

Head banger boogie

Catch me on tour with Al Doogie

Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

Better take one and pass or that's that ass

Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics

Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

Let's face it, there's no replacement

Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted

Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted

I got connects like Federal Express

To get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't fetch

Got the clear spot from the rear block

To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men I fear not

Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop

Since your crew suit you to shift now you claim that you gear's lot

With, this underground cannabis

I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

Then proceeds like keys

My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake

So I erase the whole front row at the wake

I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it

I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place

Confidence for you shaky ass folks

Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked

Choke, off this anecdote got you ope

Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt

And I'm out for nine nickel (INS the rebels)

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