(feat. Matrix & A-Butta)



[Matrix & A-Butta talking]

Yeah, let me destroy the mic device

(Natural Elements)

Make my (uhh) electrical connection

(mic device gets destroyed, mic device gets destroyed

let me destroy the mic device)



[Matrix]

Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning  and step out

of it

Kick it off it's axis and stagger these rappers off balance

But instead I challenge, by pourin' advance skills by the gallons

I am, no one has a chance a-gainst this a-mazing

A-L-L action, also instead of babbling like gossiping bitches

swallowing final wishes

Then hard-rock dreams, of crack cream from fiends

I verbally break-up emcees like disfunctional families

So get with this different mix, like seeds from interractial 

relationships

I draw crowds, at the same time, I erase kids

I discriminate like a racist a-gainst these basic

lyricists that are cleaning out my wax, clogging my ears up with

Tasteless tunes, flavorless buffoons, that are talkative

Skills far from walkative, when it comes to battlin'

I don't give a fuck like a virgin practicin' sexual abstinence

Cuz in my eyes, your presence makes no appearance like absent

students

Who went to join the uneducational rookies playin' hooky

With those perpetratin' niggas going bananas, influenced by cannabis

Your far from notorious, far from victorious, far from glamorous

Far from glorious, niggas waste time

Tellin fictious stories of what they pack on they waist-line

While I occupy minds, but leaving these rappers one up like hand-me-

downs

I slam these clowns, permanently, and leave competition on the hush

like a suburban library

I'm a perfect candidate, nominatin' for dominatin' these toy thugs

Packin' a ?fort? gun, and a clip full of fakes shootin' full of shit 

bullets



[Chorus]

Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning  and step out

of it

Kick it off it's axis and stagger these rappers off balance

But instead I challenge, by pourin' advance skills by the gallons

Keep pourin', keep, keep pourin'

[x2]



[A-Butta]

Yo, I pray to God for all my enemies

I squeeze my vocal chords until my voice box lets out hypnotic

melodies

And keep my eyes chinky like Vietnamese inhalin' trees

Believe in faith and wisdom, and stay away from Satanism

I abuse those who choose to use forms of plagiarism

Worship me like Paganism, don't decieve my brain with izm

A & Matrix got in on lock, so count your days in prison

I don't care what niggas say, this nigga A will live the day

The simple way, true lyrics, no need to let the trigger spray

Retaliate and strike back as like I was a ricochet

Matter of fact I just let my lyrics say who's A-Butta

While others try to figure ways to discover

How true brothas master facts

And how many heads my rap attracts

Counter-attack the raps like cataracts with eyesight

Get in the Zone deeper than Twilight when I grab the mic tight

What I write tonight will bring hip-hop back to it's origins

While mortal men, stay delicate like porcelain

Lyrics get sicker than the mind of Dr. Kevorkian

My thoughts are blendin' in, like camouflage war terrain

I torture your brain, scorchin' flames when I call ya name

Hip-hop is sure to change, and when it does I'm sure my name

Will probably run through your vein, I shine like polyurethane

What's contained inside my brain, I constantly put crews to shame

Then you wonder who's to blame, when you the main reason

That I hear ?jums? speakin', leave ya eardrums bleedin'

When I hear drum's beatin', the surface of my cerebrum

Penetrates like a parasite sounds to shatter lites (satelites)

(All day, all night) Lyrical syllables I sacrifice

On this mic device I get slicker than Andrew Dice

And switch ya style like hermaphrodites, from models to dykes

Why do rappers say they rappers when they all rap alike?

To me that's nonsense, that's why I drops sense when I grab the mic

And go through those rhymes like po-nine through traffic lights

My rap ignites insight which will paralyze spines

Tranquilize lines, lyricism gratifies mines

Some niggas laugh at my rhymes, but half of the time they ignorant

Insignificant fake hip-hop hipocrites, illiterate

Exquisite lyrics get deep to the touch

Get that crust out of your eyes, you been sleepin' too much

You killed my people enough, in this forbidden industry

Which to me is the epitome of what we call wickedry

And misery, me, myself & I blessin' trinity

Test me lyrically and end up, critically wounded

Bless tunes with scriptures that were written in cuneiform

My flow is legendary similar to myths of unicorn

Po-nine is really swine disguised in uniform

You been born into a world with no axis, A & Matrix with no practice,

Our flow tactics will put rappers below average

While I stay above the curve

Showdowns with pronouns, plus I make love to verbs