Rappers came with their styles and I left their heads Their became victim of the body snatchin' dread The is now mine, the world belongs to me I carefully planned the of all wack MC's
Now innocents must for my slaughter My style inherit the world, just like water Cover it like sauce, think who lost Niggaz minds was the for the MC holocaust
I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some next Two rappers up and left bullemic and anorexic I told I'd conquer and bomb shit
Now I stand alone and care of my continents A&R's used to ignore me, realized I was Now it's no one left here to write my life five rappers shelled like pearls Hit by genocide, I the world
Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard Crews crumble up, under God Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard Crews up, under pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard Crews crumble up, pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard crumble up, under pressure God
I came alone, draggin' bags of Slit my own wrists, and out microphones me the MC who lives forever Rainin' hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God of the
The end of time as you know it a shotty In the simple game of tag, I touched everybody Man's creation like the bomb Just exist in form, then I'm leavin' town tomorrow
If I hadn't done it, the wouldn't be clean Now I rhymes, work on my time machine shall breathe or be conceived They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's
I feel relieved, free from directions Now I my reflection, ask rhetorical questions My actions, might make mortals earl I won't that problem, I inherited the world
Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard Crews up, under pressure God Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard crumble up, under pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard Crews crumble up, pressure God Humanity gets crushed, a style that's hard Crews up, under pressure God
Now put thought to the one 'Cause now I got mad to think about what I done It's too quiet here, I'm losin' my I'm actually alone and I'm startin' to see
No more hip hop, was I thinkin' of? No more fat and no family to love No incidents black people tighter No more real MC's doin' time in the
No shows, no more gettin' biz I fantasize and hear voices sayin' "Yo that was fat kid" Nothin' to forward to day after day So why write rhymes, who's hear what I have to say?
And if I do, who's appreciate it? Humanity terminated, I'm alone and I it I lost it all, my crew and my All because I had to inherit the
Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's crumble up, under pressure God Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard Crews up, under pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's crumble up, under pressure God
Uhh, Mad Skillz, on Peace out to everybody here All the corpses, all the MC's