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Back to the hardcore!
Back to the hardcore!
Back to the hardcore!
Back to the hardcore!
Intelligent, infinite
Malevolent, epitome
They consider me as the most deadly weapon from Italy
That will include the Benelli semi-auto artillery
Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly
Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily
Motherfuckers talking but never going to do shit to me
I'm about to set it on motherfuckers officially
Rip their spine out and just put them out of their misery
No more mister nice guy, everything maliciously
Who can stop me now you with Luca Brasi where fishes be
It's impossible that you're righteous without the dignity
If it's a problem that you motherfuckers can come visit me
Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy
Burning them calories, I'm still yearning to earn a salary
The son of anarchy I'm in court pleading insanity
Can it be all the panicking and agony that's trapping me
Tragically ducing you rappers to tragedy
Happily ever after if after means you're a casualty
Praise those who savagely sacrifice their reality
Bury bones annually, dig them up unhappily, catch me
Flossing in the dead in the center of gravity
Bonafide, I'm a mix of Maxi Priest and the Macbees
My mentality, manipulating your mastery
The master, disaster strikes whatever's in back of me
Playtime is over, daytime is over
The finest soldiers, take nines from holsters
My only weapons, canines and cobras, we diamond poachers
We take your shine, we some mind controllers
My rhyme is solar-flaring, airing out the kind below us
You know Lois Lane know my name
I'm throwing flames at your brain like Ghost Rider, my flow's tighter
I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane
My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the Zoloft, so insane
I'm over-trained in hand-to-hand and man-to-man
My hammers land and can ya fam
I'm a brutal rapper, you're a Chutes & Ladders