Mass Hysteria

[Verse 1: The Etherealist] Evacuate the fucking building. Wack rappers drop by the millions Ether bombs the track and bodies hit the fucking ceiling I'm unfeeling; Spartan-kick bitches through windows Forty-story floors make widows It's the mister Etherealist; it's the realest lyricist. Hypnotist leaving you dribbling gibberish Spitting syphilis at critics; I'm mythic, apocalyptic, wicked visions, I finish this Ripping with the sickest flow. Heads in boxes: I'm John Doe Snapping necks of children pulled down in the undertow [Verse 2: Cerelli] Takes pure concentration Rappers should repent: my flow's 'bout to damn the nation I'll be damned if they think they can take me I'm a deadly wrath: a force to be reckoned Should be obese, how I eat one rapper then go for seconds I'm flowing like I should be, like I'm wearing black hoodies Vandalise the beat in CDs; my rhymes are graffiti The streets just need me [Verse 3: Centavo] Up in the cypher, ready to spit the fire (Got the) same electricity that carries through a wire My drug is the mic; get ready to recite I got a lotta heart and I got enough bite Barely bark, cause once I start, your whole world's Gonna be covered wit' darkness; don't start shit: I'm ruthless Once I start to diss, got the lyrics, the tricks When I'm in the mix, bitch, you ain't ready for this [TO BE CONTINUED]