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letra de beast on the mic - lb productions

[hook]
beast on the mic, a beast, a beast, a beast on the mic
a beast on the mic, a beast, a beast, a beast on the mic
a beast on the mic

[mark deez]
one, two, three, i’m penning to win
world wrestling the best of them, i’m k!lling your kin
iron mike, title fight, you dying tonight
i’m a nice guy, like brian mcknight
blasting chrome, catacomb, blast at home
scattered bones, savage tones, cactus stone
black and glow, tracks and poems
practice home and leave rap alone
my ass is gone like thick chicks that lost weight
i’ve spit sick and this sh-t, only a boss make
they say once you found love, you lost hate
another bright night for my dark day
the words crossfade to an alternate realm
i’m the talk of the town, clarity, celebrity
longevity, remedy, ted kennedy energy
i’m k!lling freaks, i screw broads
whether it’s a new verse or a refill, i always got new bars
who’s hard, me, after taking v–gr-
with a sl-ts p-ssy wet as the niagara
you die faster when you’re spreading the sickness
but i wouldn’t know, cause i was dead when i ripped this
and ain’t no coming back
once you gone, then you gone
so while i’m here, i’ma kick strong and get on and get off
when your girl’s chilling in my hotel, oh well
hoping for a heaven, but destined for a slow h-ll
a n0bel, that ain’t a prize for me to nominate
on monday night, i’m raw send wilkshake to commentate
yeah
[wilkshake]
the energy is present in all daily events
it’s relentless and cement, and fills metal with dents
the message got sent, ‘nother collabo
another entity in its own world that travels
smash down the gavel, scr-pe faces on the gravel
ice picks and axes, can’t break this beat apart
we play darts with art, standing there rhyming outside the kwik-e mart
the syllables were flowing and growing into maniacs
linguistically parallel wordsmith brainiacs
i fight with my lingo, unless an assh0l- yells bingo
smashing sticks on head and skin like ringo
the drain pipe got clogged with miscellaneous debris
my brain hypes hot, bogged down with serious dreams
alliances and associates, translating irate
escaping from battles where length and paint
a stunning palette on an easel of felony
battling for the build and screaming from a balcony
don’t trust them, your passiveness transformed into aggression
at the flip of a dime, or with a nickel, it’s the recession
fascist leader under citizen arrest
invest in suggestions on a quest for revelation
along the way with some sedation to induce kung fu meditation
the radiation’s celeriac, speeding down like a polaris
for what we worry about now, we should all be embarrassed
captivated and cloned to keep up the droning
disaster emanc-p-ted into a chair atop a mountain
bite blind to the lakes to fill the king’s fountain
and the king’s fountain got filled
[kas solo]
look, i don’t drop names, son, i drop napalms
and aim tongues at fake thugs, charred lungs from a bombs
out here with spitboss, getting my ape on
a silhouette in the moonlight like arms folded with a cape on
natural aura glowing orange i got eight forms
one with a sword, one with a portal singing hate songs
one with the lord, one with the world
it don’t take long for the one with the girl
to make you go and put your shades on
but the one that gets mad often battles with these state laws
while the one on that path never looks back at these changed forms
and the one that’s left can never say what it came for
too busy chasing death out of breath with a chainsaw
that’s all i can say, y’all
but all eight can rip your face off in a face-off
in a cage with these tamed dogs
i hate talk, that’s why i always stay straightforward
a force is what happens when tortured souls become immortal
mortified with mortar rounds, certified all around
portal tied to sacred ground, aborted life shape it now
taking down the borderline
shorter time, vacant smiles
lord, i lost my crazy mind
i hate these times of basic trials
[damo]
yeah, damo
my rhymes are razor sharp
you can grab a page of bars and cut yourself in a case of life imitating art
i’m high in the world of late, looking for girls to chase
i’m twisted as a s-x offender, drugging himself to rape
it’s the king of punch lines, rip mics with savage hands
the comic book villain, sk!lled enough to drown aquaman
rip your whole guest list and then spit so hard
you swear someone just bumped jurassic park sound effect disc
who spits sicker verses now
i ain’t no one you’ve heard about
your album has a feature from bow wow
how they turn it down?
i’m nasty as the old nas
i’m track hard as coal cars
at school my work earned more gold stars than the whole class
i’ve got so much to say that every track i did in the last two days
wouldn’t fit on double layer blu-ray’s
i’m not misogynistic, got no problem with women
when i say the word b-tches, i’m describing other rappers with it
you know how my rhymes are foul
i’ve got science camps with geiger cameras inside my house
as soon as i write them down
i’m more than just real strange, i’m two faced
like congressmen trying to steal fame
by kissing babies like lil wayne
it’s a hit list when i’m bringing death
my lyrics read like that virginian tech student’s blog on the internet
i’m spitting lyrics that you’re not smart enough to think of yet
i shove a cell phone down your throat and f-cking ring your neck
it echoes through the school dorms
at harvard you’re all scorned
i’m a beast i was born with fully formed bullh-rns
every time i rip mics, i lyrically get hype
i say i’m doper than half these cats
i’m only 50% right
it’s a storm when i crush with metaphors and a rush
raw when i bust, i’m off the hook like my chorus was cut
it’s crystal clear there’s method to my madness like speed heads
any rapper out sicker than me would have to be dead
and you’re sh-tting with us
that’s alright cause a guy named layzie on the board’s getting busy as f-ck

- lb productions

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