| It’s apocalypse when the mic comes to my lips
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| I recite lyrics that hits you hard on the ribs
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| A stealth killer like the world has never seen
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| We put the X on the A, The X’ssasins
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| The presence we have is enough to shake you faggots
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| Don’t try to top our lyrics you know you’re not our standard
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| We feast upon the weak just like a hungry beast
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| We bomb on you fake ass just like a rhyme terrorist
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| With your style like that I don’t think you know what rap is
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| Take my advice I suggest that you should drop this
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| Your rhymes are empty, you can never break me
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| With you lack of skills you’re just another wack MC
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| Psykes, the tight virgin against you loose whore
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| When we fuck you guys up, you’ll be begging for me
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| It’s Psykes and XS, a deadly combination
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| It’s annihilation if you try to test our patience
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| When I come through
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| MCs make way for me
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| It’s like we possess magnetic force
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| With the same polarity
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| Not here to just blaze ya’ll and causing cats to fumble
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| In fact to clear misconception
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| Before it leads to trouble |
| First of all beef is not what we tryna find
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| We’re not those typical rappers who’ll stab you from behind
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| We’re just amateurs, compelling through music
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| Tryna create superior lyrics acknowledge it as an epic
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| I’m just an instrumentalist expressing how he feels
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| Am not inaudible when he goes through an ordeal
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| So stop the jealousy shit giving me those piercing stares
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| We’re better times infinity in case you’re not aware
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| You know what dawg? |
| Don’t put my patience to the test
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| Never look at me that way cause I never owe you cash
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| You ain’t no arsonist you can’t burn me like fire
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| I’ll extinguish you with cool and calmness
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| So try harder
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| Off my chest man, get the fuck out my way
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| And just hush, I know you got something to say
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| See I Coldplay for power, they call me Sylar
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| I’m a Smooth Criminal, I own Velvet Revolvers
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| The Pendulum Swings as the Soundgarden blooms
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| I’m like Dead Celeb with this music that I consume
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| These words an Offspring of My Chemical Romance
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| I end up Counting Crows every time I take the chance man |
| I Rage Against the Machine just like the Fall Out Boys
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| I’m the Oasis in your dreams when your soldiers can’t deploy
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| I’m a Radiohead, you just straight up fiasco
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| I run with X, ayo we Army of the Pharaohs
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| Your rhyme scheme Evanescence in the morning mist
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| I’m a Prodigy, when I shoot I don’t miss
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| On the Flipsyde I slayed the Killers
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| And 3 Doors Down, lyrically barraged them pillars, what what |