Rappers came with styles and I left with their heads Their crews victim of the body snatchin' dread The world is now mine, the world to me I carefully planned the extinction of all MC's
Now must prepare for my slaughter My style will inherit the world, just water Cover it sauce, think about who lost Niggaz minds was the for the MC holocaust
I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some shit Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic and I told humans I'd conquer and bomb
Now I stand alone and take of my continents used to ignore me, realized I was nice Now it's no one left here to write my life Ninety rappers shelled like pearls Hit by genocide, I the world
gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard Crews crumble up, under God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard Crews crumble up, under God Humanity gets crushed, a style that's hard Crews crumble up, pressure God
I came alone, draggin' bags of Slit my own wrists, and out microphones Consider me the MC who forever Rainin' hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God of the
The end of as you know it without a shotty In the simple of freeze tag, I touched everybody worst creation like the bomb Just exist in life form, then I'm town tomorrow
If I done it, the world wouldn't be clean Now I memorize rhymes, work on my time shall breathe or be conceived They shoulda known, now on and the world's on it's knees
I feel relieved, free from their Now I battle my reflection, ask questions My actions, they might make earl I won't that problem, I inherited the world
Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard Crews crumble up, pressure God gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under God
gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard Crews crumble up, pressure God
Now put to the word one now I got mad time to think about what I done It's too quiet here, I'm my mentality I'm alone and I'm startin' to see reality
No more hip hop, was I thinkin' of? No more fat tracks and no to love No incidents makin' black people No more real MC's doin' time in the
No shows, no more gettin' biz I fantasize and voices sayin' "Yo that shit was fat kid" Nothin' to look forward to day day So why write rhymes, who's gonna hear what I have to
And if I do, who's appreciate it? Humanity terminated, I'm alone and I it I it all, my crew and my girl All because I had to the world
gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under God Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard Crews crumble up, under God
Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, pressure God Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under God
Uhh, Mad Skillz, on Peace out to that's here All the corpses, all the wack