The huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it It is what it is indeed be knowin huh? Let 'em know
[Ikon the Hologram aka Paz]
Hold the device tight, it's time for a mic fight You're a pagan tryin to someone who's Christ-like The precise knight that smash you with a white Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's Oh you right? Well meet the soul benders Cop that or get at like goaltenders You roll benches playin fear was fair game Ya'll got up like sex on an airplane why we can't change, we just ill We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit The clip's filled with the wraith Cain saw Then I slash with a mask and chainsaw That's why the brain's raw, that's why your pour That's why you my shit nine times at the same store That's why you Entered the Dragon and got And that's why the Hologram up cash. What!?
2x "Lookin for rappers who battle" "Don't seem to understand that I'm just bad" "The underground rapper wreckin" "Whatever ya yo, whatever ya like"
Holocaust, rap javelin Killasha's the boss I take yours, pour poison in your pores I'm for the cause my nigga, not "because" My soul made to be lost, stop for the pause I play 48 minutes hard without the Slicin elbows through ya jaw, I say more? Facinating with 44s and foul Large cookups, and the ill drug scores My captivating verses, open all doors I soar a condor ready for war, fuck the law! (distorted)...."raindrops on the ground"
1x
[Jus Ominous leave brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster Game of Death motherfucker we draft ya, ya Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets through Shells hit, you and the fag you share a with Takin niggas out thier element rhyme Divine writers, travellers, Sliders Pale niggas act lifers Who tell the active nail with the 12s in thier diapers never walk nor land, explore land I expose my scrolls and code it in Bullets graze ya wig kid, with death I let the iron clutch grip the in ya flesh Playin on ya wrist like on a violin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan Fuckin wit Gods, Jedi Tricks Ya'll suckas like niggas without dicks
*scratches till