Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unseen World, artist - Mad Skillz. Album song From Where???, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Unseen World |
Yeah what? |
Time for lyrical shanks to your gut |
Death to wack MC’s |
First up is my nigga Lonnie B |
First up to make it liver, I catch wreck like drunk drivers |
Been through many battles but I left no survivors |
So WHASSUP? |
Those that want a beef nigga bring it on |
Cause when I’m done, it’ll be my dick that you’re swingin on |
From the way I say my rap clear |
I make people more excited than a faggot that got a pap smear |
The crooked truth rap sensation, I ain’t to be fucked with |
You better off practicin masturbation |
Line after line I bring excitement like a hooker |
So put rubbers on your ears, then diaphragms on your woofer |
As the rhyme buster, mic clutcher, from Richmond |
Show the real definition of the word represent |
(SOUTHSIDE!) The place where I dwell so |
Recog-NAS NAS NAS, that _It Ain’t Hard to Tell_ |
Who’s the best, blessed with lyrical, context that kick |
Just like that little girl that got shot in +Fresh+ |
Word to momma, I’m hotter than that nigga with the bomber |
Leather pants on, in hell holdin hands with Jeffrey Dahmer |
Yo, let me make this clear — I ain’t the baddest rapper out there |
But I’ma take his place until he get here |
The sun shitter, hoarse all-star spitter |
More? |
and asteroid transfixer |
Upchucks the medicine, chest of anguish |
In a fantasy, holy sign language |
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth |
To septuplet lady plants |
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse |
By the grace of the Immortal One |
I am the poisonous priest of fifty until the? |
m'salaam? |
So every naked ape on Earth bow down in silence |
To the slumlord, of all universe reality |
Ironic supalism sodomizes your mentality |
Science super-mystics and futuristics join in wedlock |
So my freon cyrogenics make your head rot pop then bust |
From galactic cryathallic mechany mal ?? |
Preposterous, ice in my drop, yeah that’s niggas |
When I bend prisms and ride soundwaves in your eutrichula |
Malopropism is none, when I cerebrum wash in your brain pan |
Mixin ooze, your state of bein and attitude |
Petuitary shrinks, accepts it when |
I bite then flatten your head |
Richencypholic surgeon of my cosmorama, astrophysical |
Invades one, individual stands |
And uses cosmic radiation as a cosmetic |
To beautify inner fantastic, gory flow |
So, writing weak rhymes to your boomin system is no mo' |
When I induce arthritic rheumatism |
In dosages in sterile toxosins, ex-osmosis |
Infect the schlerois, of your trickanumerolagia |
Understand, who are you, to defend against, Mindbenda |
Yeah the Northside click, rocks the spot |
The Forever People, rocks the spot |
DJ Street, rocks the spot |
To the Roc comin next, time to get your props |
Yo, umm, befo' I knock out yo' lies |
There is something you need to know |
Breakin mo' grounds than aftershocks from the earthquakes in San Fran' |
More determination than a bull, seein Redman |
Imagine, Technic glare +From Where???+ |
Competition say I gotta be display em in a photo album |
Disorganized has the other file |
Bein flamboyant like? |
herbal user, slash, barracuda |
With key maneuvers like silent troopers of styles |
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to split your wig and nip your eyebrows |
Go to space and greet the stars, huh |
Started chewin on the Milky Way, thought it was the candy bar |
You get the gong cause we niggas do wrong |
And if you’re young, and in love, do the moves of Michael Evens |
Singin songs, big up to my peoples Northside |
Show the brotherhood, how I recognize |
I’ve been, detonatin equivalyrical exposives |
Rambo soldiers deep like the black trials of Moses |
Madness and wisdom accelerates my pendulum |
No attackin my forces of life, cause I got ten of em |
Dangerous, disciple killin images |
My warfare dreads be just like Nemesis |
Infiltrates, holy massacres like? |
tnakarid? |
My religion break down prisons for missionaries |
In it to survive, so enlist, in strategies |
My non-exist thinkin only lead, to casualties |
I’m battlin, invadin, interceptin |
Makin sure don’t nuttin move in your section |
Don’t misinterpret my threats as just talk |
And the raise of a hand can make, worlds start haltin |
The almighty, leavin Gods and nations lost |
Cause when my shit hits I leave holes like sawed-offs |
Yo, it’s the Mad child layin verses like tile |
Niggas go impotent, when I kick these potent ass freestyles |
Wack MC’s get mad and look at me hard |
Cause they used to be the shit, like McDonald’s on Broad |
It’s odd, how niggas try to bomb |
Then I be fadin more motherfuckers than AIDS story harvest |
Throwin niggas away like apple cores — I don’t wanna see shit |
But some hits and Ed McMahon at my front door |
I’m rippin tapes, niggas still makin SHIT cakes |
Slippin down to fall off dudes tryin to get they shit straight |
I’m tryin to get paid troop -- I want more G’s |
Than a girl named GiGi gaggin on some gin and garlic glue |
Niggas think they hype, but they ain’t touchin these |
Their styles plaid out like stripe cuffed Lee’s |
Please! |
In ninety-five, I’ma be straight |
Stealin MC’s like DJ’s be stealin milk crates |
Ask Dre, can’t nobody hack it, they ill Dre? |
You get beheaded with a motherfuckin hatchet |
Haste makes waste and taste the bass |
When you see me — you don’t see me get the FUCK out my face |
To that nigga Speedis Toine, rock the house |
To them heads Raw Deal, rock the spot |
To Mike the Merciless, rock the spot |
To my brother Danja Mowf, rock the spot. |