[Intro- spoken word] "open up, ya ear holes for this one, We about to show ya, why they call me Word-Swerver"... [ Giz-A-Go smooth calm delivery] See how far my word can fly Disruptive diction demands respect This is no ordinary performance A verse so powerful it'll paralyze The listener and leave him stunned It's not just sound, it really hits And causes a reaction like A fundamentalist inside a chapel Now appeal to the sanity Of the deeply disturbed individual Who thinks that thoughts inside his head Got power to exceed his body's need Now contain the power within That wants to mark the place where 6-6-6 was imprinted Life was gripped within the jaws of hell with tension so intense That it peaks inside this composition The beat quickens, your ears then prick Up to where resonance of something fatal peaks This act of rapping is purest drink Each word is etched not on a page but on your blood [Chorus x2] Metamorph is dismantling everything in his path There is no strength for you to have when facing three threats at once You recognize this when confronting it, for it's linguistically inescapable Now freed from six feet below, and operating at maximum capacity [Acerbic] Have come to terms with being small within the scheme of things My worth is not intrinsic, purpose not self defined My feelings transmitted through my shoe soles That click against the pavement, like the weight of these words I write monuments to legends that have come before me But finish up in ruins, so beware of what you're in for Behind my carefully constructed image, and hidden like contraband Is Al Capone with microphone, a vision, passion, brains Have bled into the system, and I reach out to fellow soldiers Who wandered down the avenue where only ghosts are found The homecoming that I seek is now forever denied While walking on the same streets, and in absolute isolation I travel on the boulevard of broken dreams alone [chorus x2] Metamorph is dismantling everything in his path There is no strength for you to have when facing three threats at once You recognize this when confronting it, for it's linguistically inescapable Now freed from six feet below, and operating at maximum capacity [Word-Swerver] Curb this spread of the man who operates on the very edge of chaos Dismantling music as he spreads some dangerously exquisite Converting passive consumers of the corrupted rhythm into Physically reactive participants to the beat, as he excises All those who can't decode the lexicon of the severely twisted I am more than a stylistic device, my intentions are mass appeal Now detain your attention until I have finished my spiel Then off to distant horizons I will go, and leave you stranded here at the needle in the haystack While inside mentally I'm locked in, determined to make it to the top Now eras fold inside the pressure cooker, and the next generation rises to meet the challenge Therefore I'm seizing momentum and hooking myself to the contender Extract whatever I can get, and not a dime is going to the next While all I want is immortality, so the battle's truly unfair By using the system to undermine the establishment So here's a toast to the ones in charge, as only jesters can deliver A truth that's bluntly obvious, I'm not a passing fad but rather An experiment begun and terminated within the craft itself Music flows inside your veins as crimson tide A dialectic born from katabasis Pen, paper, and a broken heart But wanting so to overthrow the system, that is who I am And watch me dismantle form with veteran skill While out performing half the phony contenders for the job SHIT! Versatile, yeah, I'm with it.
