Have Mic, Will Travel Part 2

[Verse: Son of Light & Tech-Rock] Once upon a time we did a show up north The shit was live With the squad gods speeding and we started to drive Me and Tech-Rock and the winter was at hand A blizzard was coming, it's effect was numbing An hour passed and Tech asked ''Feeling sleepy?'' I responded ''No, but I can't see shit my visions freaky'' He said ''Just keep your eyes on the road Don't wanna go by the like wrong truck Cause I'mma have my brains splattered all over the mountain structure'' Well he was nervous, and talked to much I felt tired ''If you crash, I'm gonna be late for work and then I'm gonna be fired.'' (''Oh whatever'') ''We got like 12 hours up in the studio back in Oslo And I don't wanna show up with a face looking like it's painted by Piccaso'' Then I fell asleep ''Hey ya, wake up bro. Or the rescue folks will have to dig us out of the snow tommorow Hey yo Lighty wake up and put your hands back on the wheel grip Cause there's a telephone pole standing there in the middle of the snow drift'' ''No, no, no, no, no, no'' ''Hey you awake'' Came to my senses strapped to a bed My legs were aching Flinched at the light confused by this rude awakening Tried to turn my head when a voice proclaimed ''You're okay'' ''Tech-Rock'' ''Ah you remember my name'' Utterly confused I said ''Yeah, but what happened'' ''You fell asleep, the car crashed, you passed out I managed to put my hands on the dash and drag you out from the car wreck When someone hit me over the head With a blunt object'' Hmm that sounded familiar, I looked around me The room was empty except for the ray of light that suddenly found me (''Thats's her, that's her'') (''what's that'') A shadow in the doorway A voice colder than ice ''Hello guys, come the way to catch you. Close your eyes.'' Not good, Tech spitted ''No, no, no. We don't need your medication This ain't a hospital and all. We're not your patients'' ''Tech slow down, okay'' ''You're not a nurse, in fact you look more like Jason You are the one who oughta be strapped down And trapped inside a basement'' Okay, Tech's big mouth didn't exactly improve our situation She inserted me with a syringe and my eyes started blazing My world started spinning, a sinister face grinning It's a day to race against time, was beginning I slurred the words ''Please get me out of this bag'' And blacked out 'till I heard my heart pounding in my head ''Hey ya, I thought you was dead'' Back to reality ''Yo, I've think I might have found a way, straight out of this misery.'' ''Narrow mentality you're name's not Houdini And this ain't Star Strek since Scotty baby, you can't beat me.'' And then he laughed and said ''You've been out for a long time I found a hatch in the wall And a ladder we could climb'' I asked ''How did you get loose'' And he replied ''With a pair of pliers She left them after she stitched your cuts after the (?)'' Genius I thought time to make an escape But of course she reappeared and screamed out ''It's too late'' Tech fled through the hatch while he said ''Just wait here, I'll be right back'' ''Right, I'll just chill with Grandma Bates here And a six pack'' She drugged me and whispered calmly ''Show you where'' Meanwhile Tech's in the ventilator system ''I'm trapped like a pearl in a clam, damn'' He slammed his hand on a metal plate And it fell out he fell down ''Gotta get Light and get the hell out'' Spotted me on a stretcher with the bitch bent over me Laughing like a lunatic and Tech said sobery ''You're about to meet your destiny'' She said ''You already met it If you try to confront it You're gonna regret it Look at these walls and tell me what do you see'' ''Don't look at them'' Tech looked around and found it difficult to breathe Told us of departed rappers ''Yeah, but what about them'' ''I'm the one who takes mens fate so my hand will be faster'' ''So you're saying you killed 'em'' ''I just beated up the inevitable'' ''Bitch that story doesn't sound very credible But here's what we're gonna do Now I verbally dismantle you Then I'm gonna take you down to the floor and fucking battle you'' Metaphors of fire, syllables making kills Followed by heatseeking sneakers And deadly windmills She dissapeared in a cloud of foul smelling smoke (''Shrapnel baby'') And then we awoke, way back at the crash site Frozen blood on our faces, (''what is this'') realizing We had the same hallucination Realizing the path of life had never been straighter We met death in person, and barely escaped her