Superimposition

[Verse 1: Concrete Cee] This that raw shit, punch your jaw shit - Castigate your bosses During recording, then storm to Terry Tate your office Elbows for every single form of life that wasn't aborted Wrecking ball to your porcellain fortress, bitch Smarten up, Natalie Portman your bars You gotta Rapgenius all my shit, Conca Con legit-imately Lyrically gifted to lividly rip rhythms to shreds Spitting imagery, dispensing the PEZ I'm a Capricorn, our chemistry is based on synastry That is why you ain't equipped to speak to a real MC You're a minstrel in a ministry, adding insult to injury HipHop'll get you impeached, for perjury and mimikry Brute Force attacks are effected if Gil with me COPACABANA, no Brazilian beach, it's cryptography Philosophize with the hammer, that's interrogation You tell me what I'd love to know as I'm aimin' [Hook: Concrete Cee] ...who're you dissin'? Put the key in the ignition, pump the pistons And go far from here, I'm bout to bring the fission To your carbon-14s, dude you should've listened It's a war of attrition, no escape for Plissken Failed mission, hidden in plain vision On Bermuda greens, stay at a distance and just witness Assertion of self like superimposition [Verse 2] Genji gloves on, Masamune blade on the neck of a Talentless bard that makes sweet love songs Incision made, counter-clock wise turn of the body Inquisitors left wonderin' where the blood's gone You count sheep and pull wool over your own eyes Thinking it prepares you for the moment when your soul rise I scry from the sanguine of the fallen orators That I caused their widows to walk as penguins The fat lady singing, I pray she hits a note Heralds hear my poetry, I pray I'll hear'em quote Drawing another edge from the sheath, spin move Upward swing, see death coming from beneath Leave a dust cloud behind from seven-league boots Can go where I please so I never need roots Victory or escape, I never seek truce With a snake, underestimating me was a mistake [Hook: Concrete Cee / BROTHER GIL] ...who're you dissin'? Put the key in the ignition, pump the pistons AND GO FAR FROM HERE! I'm bout to bring the fission to your carbon-14s... FOOL, YOU SHOULD'VE LISTENED! It's a war of attrition, no escape for Plissken FAILED MISSION Hidden in plain vision on Bermuda greens Stay at a distance and just witness ASSERTION OF SELF Like superimposition REPETITION...