The Rapture

Yeah still alive kicking with me in the ring you ain't survive in it For five minutes never take a dive in it if there's a prize win it You ain't dope every rhymes rented slap your mic send it Flying into your guys fitted with an eyewitness Ain't nobody can beat and body a beat like me, you slobbing On skeet, cash in my pocket fans rocking they seat Chronic's the apocalypse like a comet that's zooming for's Too enormous, don't shoot your water guns at the Human Torch I ain't radiate to the radio or give corporations fellatio The stereotype ain't fit me like a baby grow When I set the tone, get Mona, Sherone and Sarah moaning Hoping I tear her open unloading on serotonin Yo welcome to the terror-dome never choking master of ceremonies the devil and heavens hoping I left but that's never so I'm the dopest I said I spoke it I let em know this... Better notice fronting you a shotty holder- I load up and shoot myself all over getting rid of body odour [Hook] Lyrically I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically I'm, I'm supposed to represent Ain't too many emcees that'll be, up to battle me We can grapple frees, but they'll leave without all of they faculties I got em rattled like trains in the big apple so they spit A caustic remark, as a shot in the dark, to beat you Is a walk in the park, you and me, a smack-down 2 o'clock in the dark, like Pacquiao, from orthodox then snap, south And I don't back down, I slap you into the background Just ask round, I got the fastest hands in town- I dance around, do jumping jacks, run a hundred laps Then double back with just a couple jabs, I crush a punching bag Then I'm lunging at you, whether feather heavy or welterweight There'll be hell to pay, hit you so hard they yell grenade I meditated with Sun Tzu, learned Kung Fu- Grabbed the nunchuks and the yellow jumpsuit to go and son you And treat you like a shoot of bamboo, my tendencies Are to mentally make your tendons squeeze rend 'em and make 'em bend and cease [Hook] Lyrically I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically I'm supposed to represent You will lose, I must break you Lyrically I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically I'm-I'm-I'm I'm supposed to represent Everybody in they seat rocks tapping Reeboks All he needs is a beatbox and he drops and cause people to Detox, if you a grass then keep off You a bitch you got men inside you like a penalty box Out of town,on the open road broken down Hoping you won't meet some pale bitch in a soaking gown The thunderclouds pound, zombies reaching from underground In the hundred thou's, no guns around you outnumbered now Heart is pumping, up on, the stage fans start to jumping Lo the rapture cometh the dead arising and hark they're bumping Non-compliant, defiant enough to start a riot Cars on fire, fists wrapped up tight in barbed wire Train my psyche with qigong and Tai Chi Drinking Chai tea for motivation just do it like Nike Tell stories like spike lee through a mic lead With the presence of Bruce Lee in loose sleeves in a fight scene [Hook] Lyrically I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically I'm-I'm-I'm I'm supposed to represent Lyrically...It's suicide Lyrically...You've seen him, you know how strong he is Lyrically...You can't win Lyrically...It's suicide Lyrically...You've seen him, you know how strong he is Lyrically...You can't win Lyrically...You can't win Lyrically...You will lose Lyrically...I must break you Ly-ly-ly-lyrically