Outerspace - Far Greater
[scratching]
You Feelin` Outerspace Nigger Lick Two Shots
We Lettin` You Know
You Feelin` Outerspace Nigger Lick Two Shots
Bow Down To Something Far - Greater
[crypt The Warchild]
I`m Word Perfect, Write My Words In A Worse Curse
And Emerge Versus, Tear This Verse In The First Person
Disturbed Surgeon Operatin` For Those Hurtin`
It`s Most Certain That Shows Jerkin` When My Flows Workin`
Most Poetical, Watch The Game From A Gold Pedestal
Half Man/raging Bull When I Stand Next To You
Me & Plan Identical, Make It Unbearable
The Reason That You Bleedin`, The Reason For Needin` Medical
No Need To Even Threaten You `cause Talk Is Cheap
I Breed My Seeds Ready To Assault The Street
Proceed To Breathe Heavy, Get Upon This Heat
Let My Lines Accumulate Inside A Vault For Weeks
My Flows Are Sickenin` - I Should Be Washed & Bleached
I`m Down To Get It In You Feelin` Froggishly
Surround You Spitter Sins Wit` A Squad That`s Deep
The Ground I Fit `em In, Let The Applaudin` Teach
[scratching]
You Feelin` Outerspace Nigger Lick Two Shots
We Lettin` You Know
You Feelin` Outerspace Nigger Lick Two Shots
Bow Down To Something Far - Greater
[planetary]
It`s Me, The Most Evil Verbalist Alive
I`m Sicker Than One Foot In The Grave Ready To Die
My Brain Move, `bout The Same Speed A Train Move
Disturbed World Rap, Pain Moves You Lame Crews
Rage Of Angels, No Wings Crack Halos
Smack Devil`s On Payroll When Heaven`s Gates Close
I Change Clothes Before Rockin` A Stained Robe
My Names Gold, Voice Platinum My Frame Glow
My Shoebox Got Tupac And Pun In It
I Rock `hail Mary` Spittin` `til The Nuns Get It
I Done Did It, After Twenty Five Years
Five Beers I`m Buzzed, You Sittin` Wit` Dry Tears
The Atmosphere`s Filled Wit` Debris & Dust
My Wordplay Is Nothing You Emcees Should Trust
Bust Back Syllable Gats Blast Triumphant
Fuck That, We Killin` You Cats Black We Run Shit
[esoteric]
Yeah, You Know, It`s Esoteric
7l On The Fader
[scratching]
Bow Down To Something Far Greater
[esoteric]
Let Me Find Out These Little Cats Want It Wit` Es
I`m At Ya Mum`s Rest, Stompin` Ya Chest Homie I`m Serious
I See Cats Tryna Get Their Cake Up
Make A Nickel, And Prepare To Be A Dyme Like Make-up
The Gladiator Hit The Ring For Spars
You Wanna Rock, Bring Guitars
I Can`t Watch The News, `cause When I Sneeze Yo, I Think It`s Sars
To The Point I Can`t Think No Bars, I Just Break Ya Balls
To The Cats That Cling To Bars, To The Ones In The Mirror Lip-syncin` Nas
I Be Shrinkin` Stars, Once I`m Done Wit` Ya Face
You Gonna Have To Find A Girl Who Got A Thing For Scars
I Be Liftin` Motherfuckers Out Their Mink & Cars
Then I Lounge In Bed, G`ahead Count My Bread
My Boston Accent Will Pronounce You Dead
Flip A Rhyme Like An Ounce, Make Sure Mouths Is Fed
[scratching]
Bow Down To Something Far Greater [x2]
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