The Fever

[Verse 1: Intell] I'm an abomination spawn of God and Satan, man my heart is racing Hardest mason look how far I made it out my mothers basement Far from patient just a level headed degenerate Who just announced his own candidacy for president Cause of tiny remants of that real hip hop is evident Meanwhile these trash rappers are completely irrelevant Yeah promising novices diabolical dominance Fans stay astonished, my comments could melt collagen Rappers getting nervous my purpose is to abolish them Lurking upon the surface I'm ready to snatch they oxygen (Gasp) Never been sicker, I'm nasty like drinking liquour Through asses of different strippers, with acne and wicked livers Drop a fucking beat and just ask me to paint a picture Of dastardly different sinners, unmasking these wicked winners (What?!) Don't you ever try to play me I'm way more vicious that rabies or AIDS was in the 80s [Hook:] Catch the fewer, I set fire to nonbelievers Combustible untouchable, lines that blow speakers Now keep up, they already asking what happened Staten Island's captain and the fire breathing dragon [Verse 2: Chris Rivers] Young shinobi on the block though Stop drop product of pops pocket I got those Got flows like hoes got no goals to die broke I been broke but grow, every flow I hit the lotto Potholes you niggas step to me you drop low Dragon ain't no birds of a feather but you can flock though Not pro, you can't flip a word, word to Chapo All you niggas feed is where your eyes ____ got flows He been splitting these seeds he's the epedimy Lyrically when Chris spits turn 'em to hickery Chicks bickeri, dick slipperi, clit victory I spit viciously, it's Chris Rivers be glissening Like who the don move a nuclear bomb inside the booth ______ strike a Buddha palm Moving calm this my conscious, got a conquest Trying to be the son of god like Nas flesh (Rivers!) [Verse 3: Intell] Don't make me send the League of Assasins to come talk to you Walking through Staten relaxing I do what bosses do Chilling with the dragon we body bagging your faction Laughing at street rats that try to stunt like Aladdin This that cardiac heart attack, spark a match shit, that crack shit I live in the morgue I'm that sick Blacksmiths build my iron heart, half iron lion heart Shining like iron no crying when we go too hard Such a fascination, black rap assasination Masticating on these rappers afraid of confrontation Lyrically been awakened, continue my elevation Never surpass dad, but I'm damn sure adjascent Face it my true wisdom, division is like a prism Thoughts are a cataclysm more bars than has any prison I gotta let them go like the chinese birthing the women Hold the hammer like vision and no dishonor was given Outta Staten, jumping out tracks with a passion I'm smashing, any bitch looking for action I'm laughing, whack dudes want what I have But they lacking, no talents, not even a fraction My faction full of dudes with that quick reaction We stacking, nigga, check the dragon's reaction My captains stay fly, who better than I Touch a piece of my pie, I take a slice of your hide When I come through, rappers wish they better than us Will it come true, never like paraplegics doing kung-fu Raw Art of War when I draw like Sun Tzu Who son, never mind us too late Cause I sonned you like Anakin, everybody start panicking Lames get exposed, now they moving like mannequins Call the meth lab, the same campa I'm camping in I've always been the man that's just damaging any champion I'm out