Seven Light Years

When the mic is near me, you've got every right to fear me So ahead of my time not even a psychic hears me When his hand drops my brain unlocks And you're dodgin this insane assault, I wouldn't entertain the thought Battle scars I'll leave you stuck with it My style's like a pussy with AIDS, you don't wanna fuck with it Non believers who won't accept we're the hottest, sleep on us And wake up in flamed tore up pajamas Your thought's weak, move on I change your heartbeat from twelve BPMs to the speed of a Luke song If you even puke wrong your career's sold I'm too strong I can hold Jupiter with my earlobes I'll pull out some shit I wrote when I was seventeen It's so ?impious? to shit you wrote a week ago I'm timeless, priceless; you rhymeless, micless Bottom line I'm the nicest My I.Q. doubles when in times of crisis And my mind's as sharp as this razor you bout to get sliced with All day during eternity. Always "Copywrite seven eight" will echo through hells hallways (hook x's 2) I came seven light years before the dark ages With eight different infinite ways to spark stages Got a nine man crew that controls the reign And the soul of every listener that knows my name I posess what you stupid motherfuckers need to get If it ain't Megahertz or Weathermen it's a piece of shit The mic's the worst solution to even this Cuz you'll go through twice the persecution Jesus did I'll step on stage with a black cape with a wack rhyme About your fat date And how I met your mommy on the chat line This fool Nelson will put you in a full nelson Leave you layin face down in your stool yelpin A thousand of your fans ready to kill me And tell the sound man if he wants to jump in he can feel free Instead of threats in your face I sprayed your ass to hell Blast myself and resurrected a day later So drop the mic this instant Pocketknife to the throats of those that commit Copywrite infringement A sick twisted vengeance. I keep crackin on opponents And sleep on more wrappers than the homeless Deliver constant misery. I don't spit positivity I spit on positivity and send fakes to a grim fate Labels can drop me. I don't give a shit, I'm in it to vent hate If they're dumb enough to sign me, great Got a list of a hundred things I hate And you're number one through ninety eight If you hear an R&B bitch singing on my tape it's cuz She got a gallon of my semen clingin to her face (hook x's2) There's two type of emcees Those that wanna face me get hacked and fail And those that have faced me can await a rematch in hell My vocal tones pipe bomb your face in Hold your own? You have trouble holding conversations You're left with little to no air Duct tape your mouth Leave you upside down in the middle of nowhere Shine like rays of sun. My brain's a gun What you're tryin to say in six bars I can explain in one It's obvious my skull weighs a ton Over a billion gigabytes I download information from I'll pelt you clowns. Ugly as fuck plus timid Then melt you down and reconstruct y'all in my image I ain't spittin if the track ain't hard hittin I don't care if Premier, Mu Tao or Mozart did it I'm deep with a fistful of satire It's this type of trajectory that makes heat seeking missles backfire I show love to troops that I bomb By givin hugs to crews with nuclear arms I'm like Chuck Manson on tape My choruses are me givin my victims a chance to escape The raw phantom without a champion jaw is here to scar Your soft patterns with adamantium claws My mic will make your nerves ache Me comin off ain't the issue I wasn't screwed on right in the first place (hook x's 2)