Dead Rappers

[Intro: Kinetik] All I can see are dead rappers Every studio session is a funeral because when I'm done in the booth I be stepping over dead bodies That's why there's a funny smell in here Okay! [Scratched Intro] Prepare for this rap killing Prepare for this rap killing Prepare for this rap killing Prepare for this rap killing [Verse 1: Kinetik] See I'm one of the sickest spitting with no inhibition From the sound of the bell, I'm out to leave a clown on the shelf Even the ref is getting pounded as well Put it on You Tube and tally up an extra hundred thousand in sales Zoomorphically I'm thought to be enormously beast like I'm accordingly gory when I'm killing your cheap hype So each fight is deep like a flurry of knee strikes I heat mics without a piece of respite So if the fee's right, I'll leave your jaw stuck Scraping on the floor like hwoar cause you're awestruck Stiff in your disbelief, flows and hooks coming from a golden notebook And no I never rip the sheets So when this hits the streets, keep your fists discreet Or duck when I'm brandishing my poisonous darts Even mannequins will know their only choice is depart So do the same cause your lame and your moist in the heart [Scratched Hook] I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome Here's how it goes I am a genius, I mean this Say what you say And throw down some ice for the nicest emcee [Verse 2: Kinetik] I got an amazing cadence laced with abrasive statements Making patrons place it on Satan's play list Face it, I made this for the greatest debaters And you were never rated or adjacent when the pressure's on My echelon suggests my lexicon is extra strong Blessing the present though certain legends and vets are gone I'm not a human cause I'm more like Megatron And my team of Decepticons are getting lean off the energon I'm like an 80s cartoon when I start flowing I go in, you're thinking maybe it's my last tune But less chit chatter, still I'm a cocky dude That's blessed with the it factor, I'm the rap Bobby Roode In the lab with a pad looking like some Bible scriptures Ink hitting the page and spreading like viral sickness So in your final minutes all you're gonna see is me With a big gold belt with no l's or title switches [Scratched Hook & Outro]