{Frantic}

There's so much to music that can make you go insane
So much thinking got me aching; now I'm bashing out my brain
Injecting toxins in your veins like if you're Bane
Till my music takes control of you like Jonathan Crane
And strikes fear in my opponents; my lyrical components
'Scratch' the thought of not making it with the 'itch' to own it
Constantly studying Slim; defeating all odds
Going from a no body to a 'Rap God'
Born to prove you wrong; define logic like I'm Shady
The 'Giants' of this rap game like 'New York' is to Brady
Never go against me, you'll see it's a mistake
Unaware I don't belong; this world is mine to overtake
The 'stakes' are evident - 'well done' but I'm not arrogant
I'm just better than you.
My rhymes are more intelligent than yours
Open are 'The Doors', 'Touch Me' and my style is contagious like sores
Fore saw the future; the message I deliver
Can't stomach the truth; causing infections of the liver
Dreamers of the day; fighting off the antagonists
Force you to hear my message; my own receptionists
Ye I'm a perfectionist - refuse to release garbage
Unlike these lyricists who belong in a carnage
By a Lyrical creature, 'Green Monster'
Entering the ring with 'Bruce' written on my 'Banner'
Coming with a banger - find a better rapper?
You're better off to fight Thor and slam him with His Hammer
Ye I'm much sicker; put a 'Maple Leaf' sticker
On a vacuum kicker; you can bet it sucks quicker now!!!
Then POW! Blow up like a bomb
Set you off for no reason like a broken alarm
Can't disarm me; I'm dope but I'm legal
'Out For Justice'; ye call me 'Steven Seagull'
Seagal, pal, don't have a morale,
All I care about is dropping shit through your ear canal
I'm Natural - Yet I'm a mixture
A scripture of rappers - legendary fixtures

I got '2pac' of 'Eminem's for '50 Cent'
'Biggie' deal, but it's 100%
Rollin in my Rolls 'Royce' cuz I'm feeling classy
I write dirty metaphors Cuz I'm fucking 'Nas'-ty
Even a 'Crooked Eye' (Crooked I) can see - Hip Hop's in (Hopsin) my head
I'm the 'Dogg' turning to a 'Lyon' hunting for the bread
Stop lying; 'The Game' can make you 'Friends with the Monster'
'Bust a Rhyme' (Busta Rhyme) you will find the need to conquer
Doesn't matter the weather; I can take a 'Lil Wayne'
Bring the hurricanes; 'Willie' says I'm 'Born to Reign'
Now feel the pain when I take you to the 'Slaughterhouse' and stare
As they take your shit like shooting point blank a millionaire (Chamillionnaire)
Great rappers can't be reproduced; Hip Hop's infertile
Music that will last forever cuz these men are 'Immortal
Technique', unique, got their styles in check
So check your specs; coming at you with hi-Tech N9NE!!
Feel the buzz through these dope lines
I'm on my high; feeling like it's 4-20
Rock the crowd steady till this whole game's mine
I won’t be decline
It's my time to shine; you're bobbing to my jams
Rock the crowd so loud till all the fans become 'Stans'
Ye, I bully these rookies then go 'Incognito'
Ha, 'Silly Fish'; you should really know
I'm feeding on adrenaline and I don't want a medicine
It's sinking in my skeleton – I’m a whole new specimen!!!
Racking up the Benjamins - agitating estrogen
Not afraid to take on the bull like fucking Mexicans!
Straight from hell's kitchen ye - I'm the Devil's tricks
Now watch me bake a 'Snake' with a 'Bat' just to make a 'Strange' Mix
Fix me? I don't think so bitch
I can't stop spitting lines; you can say I'm glitched
But like I tell my bitch; my couch pulls out but I don't
Better abort cuz mother fucker I won't
Spit fire in the booth till I make your face melt
I'm the new breed of contenders and I'm coming for the belt!
Bitch.

Statik
Perfect Storm 2015
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