[ Heavy Drum & Bass ] [ Enhanced Hot 100 Stereo Clarity ] [ Professional Mix & Mastering ] [ Intro: none ] Rhymes electrified get your phucking hand's high ( uh ), Mac Dre Ghost on the beat, and I, been killin mic's since Dr. Dre, and I, can't die steady I rise, a deadly design, of organic ligaments, mixed with mental wisdom, typed into robotic systems, consisting of mechanisms hand-tested to sense rhythm ticks, in a nano-second. I'm the man, so, fam, I reckon, I got a damn plan, to step in and strangle the dang neck of every famous executive in the game, who ever slang records in an effort, just to make mayo to sell 'em, ( uh ), [ chorus ] I leave no rival of mine alive, ( whoa eey ) if it bleeds or it breathes, then it needs to die. Mission is, when I kick this skill, kill every rap robot nemesis, ( eyy yee ) every rap robot rap robot nemesis. this instant quit searching, turn your attention to witness, a person with a perfect rhythm, ( uh ), spinnin surging picture serpents twisting, merging, kissin, squirming, but not in German, witness a surgeon in terms of precision ( yup ). The work I deliver is surely efficient you never heard of wordsmith on Earth living as proficient as this deserving a position with the industry till they mentioned me, coming from California streets. he's so hypnotic, seem's he's robotic, breathes as often as sea-crawlin aquatic creatures, no lungs, he features gills like a shark with hardened cartridge, ( whoah ). He's a monster he's far from human haunting and gruesome thoughts spew from this ruthless lyricists, ( yeah ). [ chorus ] I leave no rival of mine alive, ( whoa eey ) if it bleeds or it breathes, then it needs to die. Mission is, when I kick this skill, kill every rap robot nemesis, ( eyy yee ) every rap robot rap robot nemesis. Go lean on the beat drillin the drums sly-talking surfer girl type syllable tongue But, I'm a demon who happens to speak in English when I'm rappin I'm casting a jinx, not singin' ( boo ) I'm bringing the meanest, audible voo-doo, see every thing I do is too much hotter than they do, ( uh ), so, disc jock my record like it's a swifty groove soon locked in your head like, "dot-bop-ohh-dotta-da-doo-dumb-do" cuz when I spit it, they get it, it's sick as phuck ( yup ), notice the kids come tick tock it up they know I'll never give it up so, listen up, I rip it up, you can zip it up every joe on the street wanna show me how they flow robot speech over a cloned beat, but phuck it up, one step closer... be choking on your grief. I'm the man, so fam, I reckon, I got a damn plan, I'ma bang the hell out of any major veteran's in my way, but not to be made a legend, ( yeah ), so any who tell it, just may relish it saying hey, "this fella musta fell under the weight of an angry embellishment" ( huh ). [ chorus ] I leave no rival of mine alive, ( whoa eey ) if it bleeds or it breathes, then it needs to die. Mission is, kill every rap robot nemesis, when I kick this skill. Mission is, when I kick this skill kill every rap robot nemesis, every rap robot rap robot nemesis. [ Instrumental Interlude ] [ smooth ending ] [ end ] [ fade out ]
