Artist: Copywrite Album: The High Exhaulted Song: Fucksoundcheck Typed by: cmorvillo@ven.com * * send corrections to the typist My birth certificate reads: "Earth's most descriptive MC" My death certificate'll read: "I'm dead, quit listening to me" But while I'm here I'll use the planet as a platform To plant panic in faggots and bash 'em with a mask on My stamina's twice more to boost I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars insue From the mic lord ya family likes more than you Your head'll flinch when I nurse you to trauma Cause my add libs are iller than any verse you can conjure Megahertz will persecute you with honor Wheathermen'll take it one step further and murder ya momma Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom, shot 'em with rhythm I don't get problems, I give 'em My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made So when I rock what's not to like I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write Your faction is nothing, you'll get chewed for the hell of it If rappin was fuckin ya whole crew would be celebit Copywrite'll shit a million words before your first sentence drops Or before my double engine stops, whichever comes first Cause I'm determined to serve y'all with permanent words, murdering germs By avoiding the most obvious method, my hobby is catching And you can't dodge the Intrepid Tis the season I'll ceast you breathing through ya chest That's not a threat, it's the reason I was sent (Chourus) Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now Fuck site, by scent I'll hunt you down There's 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing Anyone who dis O-H town, I'm shittin on DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this, I'm shittin on When we on stage shut up until my click is gone Show respect before your bitch is gone (Verse 2) Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3 You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me No camera can capture the essence One thousand years nuthin changed, Dracula never had a reflection Fuck rockin mics, I'm cracking domes with African Stones My practice sessions a classic alone Give me six minutes, teams a stripped gimmicks I don't wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose Try again and get ate 4 times like 32 By a raw crew that'll bury all you With Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard I evole the practice of shit talking to an art form And your banned from the mic I get more Dap over the course of day Then you'll see in the span of ya life Damn right, but I got all day if y'all wanna learn the hard way Show y'all how a thunder god plays To sum it up, I'll Kill you I don't blame you for being wack I blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles, battle? y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals You ran, I launch rapid torpedos Now I'm dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos God damnit I laminate what I write After seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic I animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of Slamming a fan's axe dead in ya man's back My monstrous accomplice wands'll stun fast with the promptness of a gun blast I'm like, semen to semen I cum out the hardest And I won't scalp tickets to a concert, I scalp the artist (Repeat chorus)