L. I. F. E. Long shakin planets for the?
? Lands when I spit out and hurl words
It's a Stronghold writer's guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd
We planted our flags on your soils
Despoiling opponents with turmoil
? Couldn't be aluminum foil
We potent with rounds lit out similar to?
I was there when it all first sparked
Jersey next to poisonous darts
Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery
Snatch your whole team's referee machinery
Before knowin I landmine spot blowing
Throwing heads off tracks, smackin em with an open palm
Bitch slap
Make your whole body feel it when I spray
The battle's just begun, it gets deeper as the song plays
Mega with his arms folded
Fists balled up
Toast [?] on the side of my waist
V on the buckle of the belt
Rappin' hell [?]
Cape flowin
Still standin
With two cannons
1 3 2 got me vanished
Ninja in the night with the phantoms
Amped up, set off hoppers [?]
See rays blast from the optics
Livin in fucked up ghetto economics
Spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics
Animals released out of boxes
Plus we got that Stronghold on the throat
That'll leave you all gone on the float
Split belly cos you off the boat
The battle for Asgard and we fight as gods
Shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards
I stayed in the basement, like the Krupa Kid [?]
Shut the city down like Baghdad Lubavich [?]
Your stupid clique wrestle warlocks
The audience backed you
I drank eight ounces of water
With my time capsule
Wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature's fabric
A hard rock, I descended from stone tablets
Juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes
Who couldn't bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast [?] (so?)
Allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet skis
Unless you want your wrists to part like the red sea
On the roof of hell, you got stomped by angel's feet
Cause you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency
(We spit thoughts!)
I translate harpoons to sharp death
When the point is made, from my underwater breath
Don't get walls confused with linoleum
And try to cut my square like a scared custodian (know me son!)
Every bite upon, I told you not to get it on
But you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand
Strong Atoms, whole family dear
To duplicate & recreate could take a light year
Squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face
Throw you in a black hole, make you swim through space
We mind-bogglin, spine-tinglin
Got the scroll of Galactus now I'm planet-swallowin
Megala's got the surfboard and he's hollerin
All arch-enemies must die
And I know you not unbreakable son, that's a lie
And you can't have my 3. 14, that's my pi... (stupid!)
I'm a diamond in the rough, and you're lucy in the sky with a cubit
Your raps don't do it
I deal with cloud nigga patrol
Plus my real name is closer to Thor's than yours
Where we practice there is no flaw
This is the battle for Asgard (say no more)
Atoms fam & Stronghold, nuclear clamp the mic
And you and your best friend don't even sound tight
I guess something ain't right
We like constellations when they close in
The lost sons of Odin
With a mouthful of parables to get em open
But the psionic imagery'll leave em frozen
I used to outdo cats like you in my lunch period
Then conversate with the burning bush about a period
And bust through your ego like the high line [?] of scrimmage
Right for the goal, your warning comes in 2 minutes
Into the war of the worlds, where cities twirl L. I. F. E. Long shakin planets for the? ? Lands when I spit out and hurl words It's a Stronghold writer's guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd We planted our flags on your soils Despoiling opponents with turmoil ? Couldn't be aluminum foil We potent with rounds lit out similar to? I was there when it all first sparked Jersey next to poisonous darts Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery Snatch your whole team's referee machinery Before knowin I landmine spot blowing Throwing heads off tracks, smackin em with an open palm Bitch slap Make your whole body feel it when I spray The battle's just begun, it gets deeper as the song plays Mega with his arms folded Fists balled up Toast [?] on the side of my waist V on the buckle of the belt Rappin' hell [?] Cape flowin Still standin With two cannons 1 3 2 got me vanished Ninja in the night with the phantoms Amped up, set off hoppers [?] See rays blast from the optics Livin in fucked up ghetto economics Spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics Animals released out of boxes Plus we got that Stronghold on the throat That'll leave you all gone on the float Split belly cos you off the boat The battle for Asgard and we fight as gods Shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards I stayed in the basement, like the Krupa Kid [?] Shut the city down like Baghdad Lubavich [?] Your stupid clique wrestle warlocks The audience backed you I drank eight ounces of water With my time capsule Wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature's fabric A hard rock, I descended from stone tablets Juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes Who couldn't bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast [?] (so?) Allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet skis Unless you want your wrists to part like the red sea On the roof of hell, you got stomped by angel's feet Cause you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency (We spit thoughts!) I translate harpoons to sharp death When the point is made, from my underwater breath Don't get walls confused with linoleum And try to cut my square like a scared custodian (know me son!) Every bite upon, I told you not to get it on But you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand Strong Atoms, whole family dear To duplicate & recreate could take a light year Squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face Throw you in a black hole, make you swim through space We mind-bogglin, spine-tinglin Got the scroll of Galactus now I'm planet-swallowin Megala's got the surfboard and he's hollerin All arch-enemies must die And I know you not unbreakable son, that's a lie And you can't have my 3. 14, that's my pi... (stupid!) I'm a diamond in the rough, and you're lucy in the sky with a cubit Your raps don't do it I deal with cloud nigga patrol Plus my real name is closer to Thor's than yours Where we practice there is no flaw This is the battle for Asgard (say no more) Atoms fam & Stronghold, nuclear clamp the mic And you and your best friend don't even sound tight I guess something ain't right We like constellations when they close in The lost sons of Odin With a mouthful of parables to get em open But the psionic imagery'll leave em frozen I used to outdo cats like you in my lunch period Then conversate with the burning bush about a period And bust through your ego like the high line [?] of scrimmage Right for the goal, your warning comes in 2 minutes Explain Request ×
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