prod/written/perf'd by fres.
you couldnt kill this ...
rap
chat
midwest
wisconsin
atmosphere
emcees
asian
minnesota
laos
lo
hmong
lee
thai
roger
meo
thailand
chang
cheng
thao
doomtree
fres
khang
Lyrics
multiplying my skills by selling my soul to the devil
now its inevitable for ya to not hear this
while amateurs pebble the lavalier with sheer wits
i rock the microphone fearless
hulking incredible, eating emcees cause theyre edible
not feeling them like chers tits with their appearance and freestyles thats too legible
so why dont ya write me an epic poem
cause when you least expect it, you prone to lose to me
cause honestly your odyssey is now deceased
me and the m-i-cs monogamy
knocking on these will get rid of your rotten teeth
you entitled me to box in jeans, so bring your mob of teens, tee leaves you wobbling
plus you incompetent so no compliment and on top of that
aint got no more tolerance for emcees who seem to be hollaring, but not offering competition
repetitive intuition lies within, embedded within their minds again
i thought i got rid of them in the first sentence
if not then repentence was intended and sins was disinigrated
i integrated while the mental waited, now yall had a taste of the intellect
complex lyricist posessed by an incubus, intimate with a naked chick
at the same time the name reputated across the states
the face itself alienated from its wealth, smelt the mishappenin of a stealth
held back, but didnt fall back, under the belt smacked a couple of victories
but what did i call that?
petty infamy, but i needed to collect more of it, went door to door for it
inside of my mind like witnesses
annoying and ignoring the signs, budged passed the creatures, demons, and monsters and border lines
in order to find the orifice, surpass the mortal life, the oral lights emitted from the muzzles bite
added a mystery to the whole puzzles difficulty
indefinetly in a control we worn out like concentration camps
sites of a paradise is enhanced, but a little bit too distant from the reach of both of your hands
on a solo mission, so hence forth, you ignore the wisdom and travel the kingdom
cause you didnt ponder what i was bringing
even after im deceased, im still living
out of this world, but still breathing
an extraterrestrial being mixed with a demon is speaking
leaking the truth through beats and rhymes and
sneaks into minds and steal the secrets inside
disease type, cuz im ill sick
the beacon of light
you couldnt kill this
i lived to learn that the only person to help me is myself
so i gave myself a pat on the back and hope for the best
aint no support in this interest is real
then i call upon my extraterrestrial conscious and stomp ya with surreal options til you digging them
like holes prepared for their coffins
often times the mind is drifted and stripped of its full capabilities
millions of emcees tend to slip through the cracks of malignity
and fall flat into the realms of enigmaty
annihlated, id like to watch emcees on stage, but my eyelids seem to get in the way of it
emcess afraid of this, stand in the dumpster in the junkyard cause you get wasted
dream related, in a bunker these blunders get decapitated
tasteless, something about them is foul, they open they mouth too much
too many fruity emcees spewing bowel movements indeed
peeps in the rooms losing attention you see
shit in your fruit of the looms and must i mention
fist clenching, gut wrenching, spits non stop ammuntion
your doors kicked in, more bickering, lights flickering, heres a cup of listerine
ya want to speak, but you cant, cause you got to remain listening
sweats glistening, batters up, so i continue to start pitching them
now picture yourself in an obituary with spirits coming near with ideas of incoherence
the deliverance i speak with is the lleast i could please with
so please sit with the deceased emcees gripped in my feces
tendencies to disagree with my thesis is unpleasing
compete with the tee and face defeat with the demon from underneath yas
im greedy with the raps in the present, consider me the ebenizer
jack men like hughs, i aint a human, im a creature, with feat