Lyrics Let's Battle - The Perceptionists

Let's Battle

So I ran into this chump around the end of the month
He said, «you ain’t nice on the mic brother»
He started to front
So I looked at him sideways
Like 5 ways
His soul disintegrated from the tone of my eye gaze
He tried to materialize some fabricated
Excuse that I had to use to lacerate him
Exacerbating this situation
Some of his supporters teleported from their place of occupation
These dudes came through real blind to co-sign
That’s when I dusted off this very old rhyme
You don’t, even, wanna, test a
Rhyme manifester, against the court jester
Boy I made a mess of this shit like Odysseus
When he returns home
My arrows was flown
Suitors clutch computers but their keyboards jam
That when I upgrade my invade with more
RAM
My system glisten
Listen
Tape hissin'
Analog fog
The bodies are still missin'
How would I describe my vision?
Nuclear fission
Somewhere between what’s never been
And what’s living
I came up on these lame rappers rocking fake jewelry
Rolling deep like the Baseball Furys or a jury
This dirty dozen wasn’t friendly like cousins
Nah — they was buzzing ‘bout some shit that they would soon wish that they
wasn’t
Talking ‘bout Ak’s washed up
They must’ve never heard Built To Last — they was probably locked up
For emcee impersonation
I let the leader run his little empty interpretation
I said a rhyme that made his head explode
My girl got it all recorded for my next podcast episode
So amazing how they all became introverts
Yo Lif — let me show you how I put them in the dirt
Brothers just had to test pedigree
I took them out seven at once, like The R in my melody
I let a roar that sent a chill up their backs
Then spit some heat towards the earth, and yo they fell through the crack