whers & Shizzah
- The Real Deal
I Pity The Fool Who Pull Metal Like Magneto
Eventually Your Guts Will Spill On The Street Though
That's What Happens When You Refuse To Fight With Fists
But To The Weak Minded...I Guess It's Sheer Bliss ?
Warn You Test Me I Send You To The Abyss
My Index Verses Your Running Piss...
I Think We Both Know What The Outcome Is...
Murder In The First Degree Unable To Flee
Shizzah And I Travel On Space Ships...Can't See ?
Best Give Your Face A Lift
And I Ain't Talking About Women Over Forty Trying To Look Fit
Just Look Up And You Will See The Spinning Disc
Our Craft Descending For The Mass Beheading...
The Pain Is Neverending For Your People
This Is The Cost Of Human Beings Being Feeble
I Move Cerebral Smooth Elegant And Slick
Now Witness The Greatest Magic Trick Don't Blink
I Won't Even Warn You Like A Snake's Hiss
As I Turn Into Mist Even H And J Can't See Where I Is
Ask My Man Shizz He'll Tell You How It Is
I'm Like A One Man Army With The Star Of Binary
Bringing The Tyranny Of A Tyranosaurus Rex...Like Bring Who's Next ?
And Leave You Hugging The Concrete Steps For Trying To Test
You Can't Withstand The Attack...
Like The Cuban Linx Cover I've Got A Ghost Watching My Back
Venom Monsoon Surround The Room Spelling Doom
Causing Peter Parker's Heart Beat Faster...
Call Me The Master Of Disaster Or Cassius Clay Either Way...
I Still Bring The Heat Like A Flambé
And Reign With Domination Even When I Get Shot
To Quote Abomination..."Is That All You've Got ?"
No whers I've got some more for them check the plot
When we corrupt the spot, even skeletons do the "Body Rock"
A cluster of bombs devouring the ground
They found, live rounds of devastating sound
Digging up my notebook, discovery of archeology
Learn to differ Astronomy from Astrology
Blue,green,black,yellow or white, day or night
Energy in colors is transmitted whenever I write
The Sun spitting its whips of plasma and fuel
We roam around it like an Indian around a jewel
Black belt individuals with the lyrics that are critical
We a part of a residual, that visuals the miracle
The pinnacle of art, our finishing is clinical
Dark rhymes that make an optimist cynical
Lyricists unique, with the technique to speak
In a way that threatens the peeps
My man whers on some Fight Club shit, he never sleeps
Better read twice if you don't understand
And remember, we always have the upper hand
Other keep money, we keep rhymes in rubberband
Police searching us, they get banned for finding contraband
Give the universe some space and time
To prepare for the two minds combined
With a twisted psychological state
Top form generals, like Alexander the Great
No one can rest in peace when we desecrate
We instill fear like Vakill, Can You Relate?