Artist: Pro the Leader & Holocaust f/ Leviathan, Onslot Album: Pro's Laboratory Song: Scarce Typed by: ShadowlessZombieSwordsman [Pro the Leader] Scarce, Mix Jive The Skarekrow, Professional, word, Leviathan My only flaw is that I lend too many people a helping hand When in return I should CHOP OFF YOURS.... Hence rhymes like these, lyrically hit you off with a variety I just may vanish and never return AGAIN My vocals transcend and intertwine with the mind I never miss an opportunity, by now I feel it's the offer through time What I'm going through to some is incomprehensible I'm a blissen in the sky to a chosen few The sun reflects off of the sea to make the sky blue Uncontestable, impenetrable, unmatchable I find you highly susceptible; hit you where you're vulnerable WHAT YOU THINK OF ME NOW Opportunity rejuvenates, get carried away by the beat Your better off back tracking then to keep up with me Know what I'm saying son (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) Replenish, it's a privilege Feel the presence Enter my dominion, this is my domain, take this under consideration From now on I will keep my ideas concealed [Leviathan] Word up, (hell yeah) Professional Yo, sipping on ganja and water as we roam through a forest Black Panther cats on attack carrying torches Camouflage in brown and green, we wolverines Catapulting gasoline, blow your tanks to smithereens Skull mask with gattling-guns who's got you on the run Professional, Monstar mob, World War One Propel flares to the air, shine brighter then times square Lyrics eat through the flesh; in hip-hop the war is fair West Coast across our vest, we bomb with heavy artillery Built for this, stampede through cross breeds Because these deadly poems shatter your dome and scatter your bones While violent tones guide you out this combat zone [Onslot] Yeah, I'm doing my thing mother fucker Stupid niggas make me wanna pull a thing mother fucker Onslot the magnificent, you niggas insignificant You stuck in one place; need to get smacked in the face Yall aint got no ambition; yall aint got no fucking heart You stand around looking stupid and be thinking that you smart Aint getting no richer, can't see the big picture Running around broke as fuck thinking yous a real nigga I aint gunna front I'm broke too but that shit is temporary I'm going places mother fucker, cause I'm willing and I'm ready And a nigga can't be stopped; I'm hot like my block with drugs But my slugs are even hotter if I pop you in your mug Hit you with a thirty-eight; leave a crater in your face Then disappear with out a trace, so I never catch a case I'm moving forward and you hating niggas moving to the back Stay out my face or feel the impact of a fucking maniac [Outro: Pro the Leader] Yeah, that's right Professional, Leviathan, Black Sun... Onslot, Skarekrow Be on the look out for The Next Installment