Copywrite – Fuck Soundcheck lyrics

My

birth certificate reads "Earth's: most descriptive MC" My
death certificate'll read "I'm: dead quit, listening to me" But
while I'm here I'll use the planet as a platform To
plant panic in faggots and bash 'em with a mask on My
stamina's twice more to boost I
persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth So
panic in fright when handing me mics wars, insue From
the mic lord ya family likes more than you Your
head'll flinch when I nurse you to trauma Cause
my add libs are iller than any verse you can conjure Megahertz
will persecute you with honor Wheathermen'll
take it one step further and murder ya momma Climb
the highest mountain spit, bottomless venom shot, 'em with rhythm I
don't get problems I, give 'em My
skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades My
notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made So
when I rock what's not to like I
use your rhymes as an example of what not to write Your
faction is nothing you'll, get chewed for the hell of it If
rappin was fuckin ya whole crew would be celebit copyright'll
shit a million words before your first sentence drops Or
before my double engine stops whichever, comes first Cause
I'm determined to serve y'all with permanent words murdering, germs By
avoiding the most obvious method my, hobby is catching And
you can't dodge the Intrepid Tis
the season I'll ceast you breathing through ya chest That's
not a threat it's, the reason I was sent (Chourus)

Fucksoundcheck
the crowd wants it now Fuck
site by, scent I'll hunt you down There's
5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing Anyone
who dis O-H town I'm, shittin on DJ's
that don't have 2 copies of this I'm, shittin on When
we on stage shut up until my click is gone Show
respect before your bitch is gone (Verse

2) Piercing
me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3 You'll
close your eyes blink and still see an image of me No
camera can capture the essence One
thousand years nuthin changed Dracula, never had a reflection Fuck
rockin mics I'm, cracking domes with African Stones My
practice sessions a classic alone Give
me six minutes teams, a stripped gimmicks I
don't want to be mainstream I, want to PISS in it I'll
eat you twice invite, you back for thirds to lose Try
again and get ate 4 times like 32 By
a raw crew that'll bury all you With
Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits Hardcore
so, while you spin on cardboard I
evole the practice of shit talking to an art form And
your banned from the mic I
get more Dap over the course of day Then
you'll see in the span of ya life Damn
right but, I got all day if y'all want to learn the hard way Show
y'all how a thunder god plays To
sum it up I'll, Kill you I
don't blame you for being wack I
blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you Travel
with me I'll, pass you by 10 styles battle, y'all?
ain't no battle emcees y'all, are pen pals You
ran I, launch rapid torpedoes Now
I'm dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos God
damnit I laminate what I write After
seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic I
animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of Slamming
a fan's axe dead in ya man's back My
monstrous accomplice wands'll stun fast with
the promptness of a gun blast I'm
like semen, to semen I cum out the hardest And
I won't scalp tickets to a concert I, scalp the artist (Repeat

chorus)