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lyrics
Verse 1 (MotionPlus)
Higher Definition I max in, so I’m Maximus Decimus Meridius gladiator// Cut the cross fader while I fly like aviators// So save the favors neighbors I’m Eric Davis in outfields// I’m out still ‘til the witching hour’s over// Drunken monk, sober, slapping a king cobra// Mic skills the coldest, words the magnum opus// Swag over substance is spontaneous combustion// So picture that on a Instamatic Kodak// My Erick Sermon tells the vermin Get the Bozack// Hedonistic but the grace is my statistic// Redemption in the script so the movie’s realistic//
Verse 2 (Lyriz)
I’m taking emcees like I’m Ra’s al Ghul// I’m a menace to society to your Moulin Rouge// I’m confused, do you really want to fuel these fumes// I’ll Chernobyl any rapper don’t confuse us two// I’m a different breed, look at me, don’t be fooled// by the smiles and the daps ‘cause I give those too// as well ass whippings, ass kissing Stan’s get schooled// by my vast vocabulary and the presence I exude// I’m an alien to those who say and don’t do who// say they got metals but ain’t built to build nations// I’m consisting of patience and I’ll wait you out// ‘til the day I catch you slipping, better watch your mouth//
Verse 3 (Mouf Warren)
‘Cause he might sneak up from behind and pop your ego with that nine// and leave you leaking on the floor then flee the scence of the crime// Tim Burton with the flow, depict the future before it’s time// Return to the scene, laugh at your wack ass for sneak dissing my shine// Peep it, listen, you ain’t a genius like I// have your people thinking wow, such as beautiful mind// ‘Cause every word’s like a scene for the grind// But this ain’t BET// I’m shooting from a photographic memory// We all rhyme I ask myself why a million times for sure// and I think it’s probably ‘cause she won’t let you skeet in hers// All hundred million of you jerkies acting like you dope// caught snitching on yourself, flip and hope you drop the soap//
Verse 4 (RationaL)
Flow just like Nemo, don’t slow for no people// Marshall in 8 Mile, you don’t know what I been through// On a dark night (knight) on the edge like Ledger popping pills// Legends never die, rest in power Robin Will// Insomniac searching for the artifacts, your art is wack// They say lyrically I’m like the Art of War plus the Art of Rap// All these cats swinging off my King Kong Kim Jong ding dong// Play a rapper like a game of ping-pong// Sounds of music without Julie Andrews is tragic// I’m super bad like I’m Jonah, for movie scripts I’m an addict// I stay dope, rappers play roles, I never act// Instead I sent this twelve to Cas, Rash Truly Cinematic//
Verse 5 (Wonder Brown)
So many looking for a return of the king and murder the scene// maybe y’all should be searching for Scream part thirty-three and a third version// The Naked Gun to your conspiracy theory third person// Replacing redrum for some purple drink// Tip your tin cup acting majestic// But choose poorly and watch faces melt after the exits// Some say bring the noise, I say kill the drama like any rapper trying to act, another passing for Mastodon// More like Comic-Con// like y’all ain’t camouflage// Watching y’all’s like swimming in a dead pool with a Cannon on// Yeah, get your banner on, might as well the way you were after the green// Yet you still wonder why the back draft is a stab to the spleen//
Verse 6 (ReFlex the Architect)
Put your Skype chat versus my IMAX imagery// Your Times New Roman to my spray can calligraphy// White flag before I'm tagged, or bad luck// There's no shield from my fury, nothing left for I to patch up// Scorched earth rhetoric, they all gasp// like I stepped into the room in a Day of the Dead skull mask// Weighed up the comp, mentally set the timer// then bodied the whole scene like this was The Equalizer// Your best plans get moth balled// 'cause no one's left to get behind them, that's a one man trust fall// So roll credits once these hurses filled then// I'm slow mo' walking out the burning building, yeah//
Verse 7 (Cas Metah)
If rapping was gymnastics, you simple cats are still doing spotted back flips on a padded mattress// If emceeing was acrobatics, you could see Cas trapeze like my hands were made of magnets// What I script, truly cinematic// So Scorsese, plus the score crazy// SoulSeize got the horns blazing// Your boy downloaded beats on SoundClick and just claiming that he made them// If Hip-Hop was taken by sex slave tradesmen// I am Liam Neeson here to kill all their agents// Spaz out take the back route// avoiding directors// choice of selections// I’m poised for perfection// they poison the essence// with usual suspects// bruisers and rough necks// Who want to come test?// You could get done next// soon as the sun sets// A jedi on the death star, I hunt flesh// Putting fathers in their coffins, often called a marksman// dropping bodies so long probably ought to start graveyard shift// They want me dead like Danny Green but don’t know how to make me bleed// maybe ‘cause I’m Dracula without the fangs for teeth//
credits
from Old Fashioned,
released November 10, 2015
Produced by soulseize music
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