[ Heavy Drum & Bass ] [ Enhanced Hot 100 Stereo Clarity ] [ Professional Mix & Mastering ] [ spoken ] yo, so before I begin reporting white collar crime pays more than rap fame, the law don't care what political party that bitch is from they wanna steal from us? we take it back by force... lets ride [ verse 1 ] The baddest, you can't even begin imagine my madness within, I’m past a status of Devils Advocate, attracted to sin. So immaculate I hafta rap it, cackles and grins, flatten average men into a pad then pen, or fashion a diss. Are ya'll grabbing a gas mask, missing the first half of my shit ? So repeat, but, except when I rap a verse, ya'll like nervous kids. Every track I spit, rapidly adds to the status of “sick,” But ya'll what matters is, I’ve mastered every path of my craft so accurate. when I win, just to patch em' back again, ya'll hafta attach flaps, skin grafting on plastic limbs. so sad to hafta blast a backpacker so bad, bastards attempt to pen raps attackn' a cat of my stature, or actually mean, my boot’s used to moving through ya'll asses, like used to abusive battering, and by “used to abusive battering.” I spews jagged matter back to dudes asking to grapple, It’s futile for you to do battle with a mutant who chews gravel. [ chorus ] This is your warning, I'm forming force to be reckoned with, it scorches your tongue as it torches that beat the record spins Fuck authority, I'm in court against the presidents with fraudulent evidence for impeachment by congress suing the government for defrauding disabled citizens and war veterans I spit and deliver rhetoric, so sadistic Christians and politicians switch directions, when I'm headed in a direction for an arrest of a politician. ( this shit is inevitable ) ( inevitable shit bitches ) [ verse 2 ] Instruments in sixty demented and sequentially different increments, Underground, which extends deep from six sensitive suspensions. Fitted restraints, I’m lifting, painfully bending tense ligaments, politicians be prayin ofer victims laying naked, unrestricted shit. lettin em escape to chase em while all on government videotape, it's mayhem, uncensored shit Like making em trade veins with an AIDS patient and then unchaining em'. Underground wastelands to participate in strange operations, So I’m taping pentagon cameras and takin copies to basements. Make you creative and unafraid to display it, and in the same sense, From medication meant to replace sedation with concentration and. I stay in a state of in-tense, meditative unbent, Since the 80's, I’ma saying I’ma way crazier since then. I’z basically sayin’ AI is too tame for what I’m in, I’m reverse lickin' raps, to taste what you did. A quick flip of my wrist, scraping razors hit, breakin the skin, I sip liquor, get pissed, disfigure a dick's pretty boy face with. [ Beat Switch ] [ chorus ] This is your warning, I'm forming force to be reckoned with it scorches your tongue as it torches beats when records spin. Fuck authority, I'm in court against the presidents with fraudulent evidence for impeachment by congress suing the government for defrauding disabled citizens and war veterans I spit and deliver rhetoric, so sadistic Christians and politicians switch directions, when I'm headed in a direction for an arrest of a politician. ( this shit is inevitable ) ( inevitable shit bitches ) [ Beat Switch ] [ verse 3 ] Can I show, like so, go loco and spray ya clothes with a flame thrower, Ya bones poking, ya brains smokin, it’s so hopeless, I’m waiting to open. Focus, your reigns over, dope chains taken or broken, game over for the same jokers, in range rovers. Now challenge those in power, so now it’s time go for the throat, time for new talent to rise and re-define how to flow. Own signed rhymers who couldn’t find a useful line or bar, Whoever’s in charge of these super-stars, gets a boot to the dome. I can try to light a beat on fire, you ready die, sir? And I’m dying to see if your cheap attire can defy the heat from my lighter from china can ya all fry in a pile, cuz I’m flying higher than Richard Pryor, And if they don’t comply with it, I’m flippin my lit cigarette skyward. From every A&R I cross ‘cause that’s what their fuckin’ job should be, park in the lobby of every labels office and demand coffee. To ram a van full of flammable cans through every damn window I can, I’m disenchanted with music industry management so we plannin’. [ chorus ] This is your warning, I'm forming force to be reckoned with it scorches your tongue as it torches that beat the record spins Fuck authority, I'm in court against the presidents with fraudulent evidence for impeachment by congress suing the government for defrauding disabled citizens and war veterans I spit and deliver rhetoric, so sadistic Christians and politicians switch directions, when I'm headed in a direction for an arrest of a politician. ( this shit is inevitable ) ( inevitable shit bitches ) [ smooth ending ] [ end ] [ fade out ]
