Mega

[M. Sayyid] Made out of everything Steady I'm ready Petty rappers Frontin gun clappers A&r sellin you cars Sellin you stars Round trip ticket to mars So I picked it apart Spit it, hit it, get it Pivot, swivel and dribble Twist with the sparks Touch this Rush off with crutches Churches and hushes While I'm rollin dutches Past the ruckers Make a flow in my head Push the clutch (yo, yo, easy, easy) (yo, he didn't even use his blinker. what the fuck, man?) Weavin bobbin noddin I'm keepin features swolen Highten pressure on the hemoglobin (swollow the nitrate) [High Priest] You want your playlist to pop? Put apc at the top ? choppin the pavement, it's toxic I only spit pure hot, it's the brolic So what if it's popular I got to infect you in order to affect you And I don't expect you go get it at first My brains burst Sprayin pure freon on celine dion Scream on cats like Sam Kinison Innocent bystanders swarmin My thoughts formin And dormant mcs want to live again (yo, talk to your man, your man is wild) Ease back, he's that caracter With disparaging patterns That manage to damage, I'm famished Mega [M. Sayyid] Cats trot up with the hate But I crack back and inflate Smack tracks hack you in eighths While safari straight primate When I spit the tape, spit at the fakes Spit it to pivot from snakes [High Priest] Geeze, for cripe's sake, please give it a break Gotta chop two eights into four bar spaces My innovation's open faces over the duration Footing the dance with the artform I put cats in backbraces