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Data di rilascio: 27.02.2020
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Cordless Mics at 20 Paces |
I spat many raps on many tracks that most rappers’d be smoking 'em |
When I launch rhymes on mics I start smokin' em like opium |
Your thoughts I be provoking them, brain cells I will open 'em |
Leaving other rappers paranoid like my metaphors got coke in 'em |
I spit vapour gasses at rappers my skills be chokin 'em |
Phi Life free reign on MCs don’t stop until we’re smoking 'em |
Insulting 'em, supernatural verses we be quoting 'em |
My mind shines when I rhyme like my brain cells have got gold in 'em |
Amazing rhyme writers, fist fighters and battle snipers |
Prepared to die for the cause like some Shi’ite Muslim fighters |
Tighter than Rikers, deadly venom stronger than any viper’s |
Phi Life are the type to take your life like schizophrenic lifers |
Crazy like crack viper Hell’s Angel bikers |
Even if your style be hyper you’ll be crushed by the Cypher |
Fuck the sabre-tooth, I’m the type to pulverise a tiger |
Demoralise ya worse than a parole knock-back to a lifer |
Cordless mics at 20 paces you’ll get wasted like a racist |
Surrounded by 20 vexed niggas with Black Panther braces |
Causing more pain than a sadist, rhymers are scared to play this |
My flow’s killer high-speed like Lady Di’s Mercedes |
You’ll die a death that’s painful, tortuous and agonising |
When this hypnotising vocal verbalist starts verbalising |
My skills are enterprising, my status rapidly rising |
Rap careers I’m neutralising, life I’m striking like I’m lightning |
Don’t need a movie screen to see events over the horizon |
In the future I’ll be running tings on the mic, it’s not surprising |
I’m metamorphasizing, disguised when I’m cannabalising |
Demoralising their spies and I’m leaving em caramelising |
Like blowtorches, my spit skills are scorching your whole fortress |
You fightin us is like Skodas having races with Porsches |
I spit raps just as sick as Riddick in Pitch Black |
Faster than a Ferrari could force its driver to sit back |
I’m dissecting your tongue to disable your thought to spit back |
Smacking you to your senses for telling me that my shit’s wack |
Flip tracks like train drivers at Paddington station |
But I’m worse than a train crash cos I cause more devastation |
Be prepared for my denotation, power surging electrics |
When I rhyme I make ya blind you can’t find emergency exits |
Cos that’s the way that I flex it I’m born the buffalo soldier |
With a heart colder than peaks in the farthest part of the polar |
My flow’s darker than cola and it’s overheating solariums |
This black Rastafarian’s deeper than oceanariums |
I’m for real you better believe that I don’t play tricks |
I’m the one who taught Keanu Reeves those supernatural speed kicks in Matrix |
Tiger style to Eagle’s Claw, many styles I brandish |
My Drunken Master technique will crush the Preying Mantis |
My underwater technique I practice beneath the Atlantic |
Freeze my lungs I hold my breath longer than the man from Atlantis |
Greeks and Gracie grapple rapper snap necks with a suplex |
Amaze Mr Miyagi with my kung fu complex nu flex |
Allow fox outbox with a style |
Travel on the cloud faster than Monkey and Tripitaka, believe |
No one can drop me, stop me or even clutch me |
I’m a bigger threat to your life than a Muslim to Salman Rushdie |
My soundclash technique’s in motion and won’t be stoppin |
My burial lyrics feed the last nails in rappers' coffins |
Stun gun shockin and dropping rappers who think they rockin' |
Really they nothing this bad MC they can’t be dropping |
Is ragamuffin, keep the rappers ducking like a bank assistant |
Faced by a gun-cocking raider in a stocking |
Now the competition’s scared stiff like bodypoppers locking |
Put on the mic step to my D’s and start mopping |
I’m the type to win a Grand Prix without the pit stopping |
Phi Life Cypher represent and daddy Skitz just keeps rocking |
And we never stopping, dropping devastating linguistics |
When I spit these paragraphs I turn crews into statistics |
My sadistic war thoughts are the sort to leave rappers distraught |
I distort space and time with the swift rhymes of a tort |
The schizophrenic epidemic’s worse than leukemia |
Phi Life’s affecting plasma C cells like septacemia |
We’re double teaming ya like a world rap federation |
My armour piercing literature causes deep penetration |
World war desolation like foretold revelations |
Excess and out and out devastation |
I shine like lamination just taking examination |
My presentation be brighter than stars in the constellation |
This illustration’s like a mad graphical picture |
Illustrating the facts of my bad lyrical scriptures |
I’m overheating, spitting lyrics with the intensity |
To melt the fibres inside of your face and change your identity |
I’m an entity with the skin of the thicking density |
Who stands here with a size of extraordinary immensity |
My one liners attack with the force of striking miners |
I turn professional rhymers to buskers and street mimers |
This Einstein I’m advancing genetic cloning |
I possess the chromosones of a geno-soldier Ronin |
My cypher’s rolling, disappearing like sharp things |
It’s me and my sparks my crew got you fretting just like your car strings |