Master Therion

[Verse 1: Majik Panda] Lights out yep time to go to sleep Time to put these rappers in the sheets These rappers at my feet, yep nights out Happens on the street, fasten up your seat belt Shit I'm rapping on this beat Try harder than die-hard I'm modest when I speak Go harder than these artists of the week The flavor of the month, shit I ain't got a favorite Of the bunch man, eating ma'fuckers like it's lunch fam Damn, you's a bitch man living in your body I'm on the Astral Plane, so llluminati So illuminated when I'm drinking lemonade I think of fading Every fucking emcee in the game, Mr. Emcee is my name No chain, no I don't fuck with these lame Ma'fuckers who be ducking the flame and they stuck in the brain They can't fuck with the frame, my mind's been where my mind's been I be lying if I said that I knew how many times in Five times I sigh trying to fly when thinking that I died I hide all of my hind ends, loose ends whatever this truce ends Whenever I cut the feather, sever a loose pen I'm never a nuisance, nonsense I constantly kill 'em They killing my conscience, yeah, not really though I got a silly flow, these other rappers are puddy I call 'em Silly-Dough, I be for really bro I don't be fucking with this half-ass shit Or this half-ass wit that your boy keeps spitting With his half-ass clique, that's one and half asses One and half glasses later the dude's thinking that he's A.C Slater fuck these haters man I'm here on a mission Master Therion you know I put the cherry on top Throw the pass and I'm rarely gonna' drop