Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A.B.C., artist - Phi Life Cypher. Album song Millenium Metaphors, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zebra Traffic
Song language: English
A.B.C. |
I’m advocating alphabetic assaults on a man’s amazement |
Absorbing any amount of attacks from any assailant |
Assassinating adversaries amputating their arms |
And astronomic amounts of amateurs up in my abattoir |
I blast your brain with bazooka-type ballistics breaking bones |
Beat you like Bruce lee with big bats or badboy black boy busting bushido |
I battle battalions with a baseball bat beat their bumberarse |
With the breathtaking bulletproof bubble burst in a block busting broadcast |
Braveheart buffalo soldier with another bible basher burning like a blazing |
bonfire |
I’ll bludgeon and bodybag you |
I make curiosity kill the cat then creep just like a cougar |
Cripple your coalition with critical cool maneuvers |
Crack your cranium with a crowbar |
Captivating you with my coma |
Causing a cataclysmic impact like a cobra |
Dusk till dawn I deliver a deadly dose of dark dialect |
Destroy ya like De La Hoya with dynamic dialogue that dissects |
Disciplined disciple with dramatic dynamic displays |
Desert storm and disrespect distress your DNA |
Download your disc drive decipher decode and demolish your data |
Dazzle you with death defying deliveries |
Too dark for Darth Vader |
Evidently excellency engulfs my entire entity |
MCs evacuate when I make my entry |
It’s elementary I’m eradicating my enemies with ease |
Exaggerating emotions with an overdose of Es |
I’m the futuristic fist of fury fabulous freestyle fashion |
Faster than a Ferrari F1 my faculties you couldn’t fathom |
My fiery ferocious force like forest fires flash floods and freak storms |
Fantastic like the four I fortune tell and verbally freefall |
I grind you down to a gradual granual when I be grafting |
My graphical gamma grammar be leaving you niggers gasping |
With more grip than a Goodyear when I shift gear with the gift here |
Goodness gracious the greatest galactic rappers have stood here |
I hypnotize a hypnotist giving a hologram hallucinations |
Plus my heat seeking high explosive hip-hop causes hyper-ventilation |
Intervening like intravenous injections inside your intestines |
Interestin' like an inquest and leave you impressed then |
I and I’s instantaneous impulse is impalin' ya |
Insert ya in my ism, ignite it and start inhalin' ya |
From ju-jitsu to judo I put your jugular in jeopardy |
Jab like Jones Junior to the jaw I make you jerk and jump like Jet Li |
I’m killing the Ku Klux Klan round some ka kani khakis |
Kung-fu kicking your kidneys and then I’m caning your car keys |
Keep a kalashnikov in a karan inside my kitbag |
Kidnapping and craning the KGB and make you kick back |
Most laser guided literature it literally makes you lose limbs |
Left in the land of the lasra larynx lapped down in my labyrinth |
I leave a legendary legacy as a legitimate lyrical lyricist |
I defy levitation laws my lateral thinking leaves you lyricless |
My miraculous murder methods are madness I’m causing malice |
With a mind of a million mathematicians I murder masses |
Masquerading mayhem in your manor like Mafiosos |
Maxing from Montreal to Manhattan like Motorola’s |
I’m nasty like Nas, Naughty by Nature, but never say never |
Navigate at night I’m the narcotic nuclear nemesis making you nosedive |
I obliterate my opponents with an ordeal of oral onslaughts |
You’re overwrought with an oratorical orgy when I’m on court |
I’m in and out of the ordinary ordinance from my orifice |
I’m out of order with orders to boot you out of your offices |
I’m a paranormal paradox portraying pyrotechnic prophecy |
Panoramic philosophies like pharaohs in pyramid properties |
I paralyze a parasite with pen and paper perception |
The power of a Porsche at performing phenomenal perfection |
Don’t query our quest or question my quadrophonics |
I’m quicker than Audi Quattros with quality supersonics |
Highly qualified quotes will leave ya hung drawn and quartered |
And queens lyrically captured be catching the quarantine |
I’m a rampant radical renegade who’ll rapidly rupture your ribcage |
Rip up your rastclart like a rabid rottweiler on the rampage |
I reckon my rawriding riddims will give the risible rheumatism |
Representing reality rhymes we need some righteous realism |
Suffering suckatash I stash a smash and snatch a stash |
I’m spitting science or sharpen decieving shaving your stash |
Schizophrenic schematics we’re static and cypher stuns |
And super sporadic savages scavenge around my sermon |
My triple tongue tied technique attain the turbulence of a typhoon |
With torpedo trajectory I titanically testify on the tune |
With a thunderous thesis I think with a thousand tortuous thoughts |
With the tortion of a tornado I travel like a tomahawk |
I make time warp when I talk like a telekinetic taskforce |
Travelling in a time machine towards the twilight zone when I’m on tour |
I’m an undefeated, unseeded lyrical ultra-sonical wheat kid |
With the universal dispersal rehearsals don’t mean I need it |
I natural unilateral Phi-Life remain the uncatchable |
With magical mindchart minds and limbs that are un-detachable |
My vocal volcanic verses cause invisible vacuum vortex |
My visceral vocabulary murders violently like Vietnam war vets |
Venomous viper vigilante vapourising your vibe |
Verbally I’ll murder thee and then vocally vandalise |
I walk from Wales to Washington D.C. on the warpath of an MC |
We’re surfing the world wide web and nobody is willing to --- we |
We’re causing the worst water works to the world’s wackest of wordsworth |
The wickedest wizard in time with rhymes tighter than Wandsworth |
I went to the X Games with my ex-girl in an extra-large t-shirt |
'Cause I’m an extremist known to play a xylophone with my penis |
Rising like yeast this verbal beast is big just like a yeti |
Yoga floating my boat and leave it tangled just like spaghetti |
Yanking your ladies yashmak stabbing your back like Yitsak |
Shaggy just like a yak when attacking you with my shitsack |
From Zambia to Zanzibar this zany Zulu from Zen will |
Cross the Zodiac when lyrics are zooming like a lens |