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Overkill

Book Number 7专辑

  • 作词 : Eric Kaiser
    作曲 : Eric Kaiser
    (K-Rino:)
    You been impacted and attacked with, a mixture of aromatic paragraphs
    Graphed it with autistic cataclysmic, mathematical acrobatics
    My mind, confines plenty rhymes
    Slice your stomach with the mic twenty times, even lines on your torso that look like mini blinds
    And people could peep through, and view your vital organs anytime
    A psychic told me I won't come into my prime, till I'm 129
    I'll lesson ya, body mass from flesh
    Into a watery a mist, and spray you out of can like air freshener
    I won't have any problems, stopping ya
    The one man mafia that's chopping ya, till I fillet ya like tallopia
    My glock spits, nero toxic hot bricks
    My synopsis make rocks split, block hits from unseen entities that I box with
    I hold a key like locksmiths, got X-ray optics
    Grew thoughts I get, sit outside my knowledge pit cause they could not fit
    My virus too strong, to call off
    I could stand on one foot on a building ledge, in a strong wind and couldn't fall off
    I spark the seas, that are hard to read
    I'm from a larger creed a Martian breed, that turns caution offers to quadriplede
    The strap cannibal, that rap fannels
    Like states on the Animal Channel, that traps mammals in the annals of my neck panel
    The dichotomy, my word logic locks you
    And stops you from breathing out, until the death angel adopts you
    You wanna have it, take a stab at it
    I'm avid about smashing your cabbage, at the specks of forensic lab fabric
    Impostors copy my logic, my body and knowledge
    To your body's composite, from solid to liquid to gas and back to solid
    An apocalyptic, flame rips
    From my lips at insane clips, that strips fragment and many micro grains and brain chips
    I distribute facts, amongst ya
    The chiropractor, that replace needles with multiple axe in your back for acupuncture
    The inhabitant, of the labyrinth Babylon
    Paramount paragon, and ones we laid marathons with ninety pound batons
    And spark sun, cause I been hotter
    The Bin Laden sin plotter, that'll beat your ghost out of you like a piñata
    My information, level contagious
    Blazing abrasion, that had you phased with radiation like a chemo patient
    When average rappers, scavenge passion from attabance
    I ravage anatomy savage, and won't even let the maggots have it
    Don't try to draft the chapter, after me
    You'll think you levitating but you'll be actually, hanging rope defying gravity
    The word merchant, that squirt serpents with a flow pump
    Lyrically I'm the opposite of a hurt workman, cause I get's no comp
    Your verses, are worthless
    My thirst is strong enough to cold Earth's water, from the Earth's inner core up to it's surface
    I'll leave a generation, birth-less
    Carry hearses in other dimensions, while being nourished by the milk of shirtless nurses
    You quoting stuff, that ain't potent enough
    I seen a ghost of the rhyme you wrote, leaving out of your rap folder holding floating up
    Like Ike I beat and bruise the mic, if I use it right
    You gon' lose tonight, and every pen you choose'll go on strike and refuse to write
    I'm overseen, by wicked guardians
    With entity after every performance, and make me slaughter part of the audience
    I never finish a battle, one paragraph they blue
    Just like a phone number, most rappers dash half way through
    I designed the rhyme, my wits that I could of read at first
    I didn't get a chance, people were screaming and giving me dap before I said the verse
    I'll speak to your brain, and tremble it
    The skim of it I'll dismember it, blow up the frame and let a baby reassemble it
    Skills that are doping em, with opium
    The trophy I'm accepting, while my victims head lay hopelessly on a podium
    (talking:)
    Go on say it dog say it, you cried huh
    (nah), you so mad you cried right you did
    You did mayn, you cried
    ****, you were mad then a ************
    You cried *****, you cried
    What did you do, to deserve that ****
  • 作词 : Eric Kaiser
    作曲 : Eric Kaiser
    (K-Rino:)
    You been impacted and attacked with, a mixture of aromatic paragraphs
    Graphed it with autistic cataclysmic, mathematical acrobatics
    My mind, confines plenty rhymes
    Slice your stomach with the mic twenty times, even lines on your torso that look like mini blinds
    And people could peep through, and view your vital organs anytime
    A psychic told me I won't come into my prime, till I'm 129
    I'll lesson ya, body mass from flesh
    Into a watery a mist, and spray you out of can like air freshener
    I won't have any problems, stopping ya
    The one man mafia that's chopping ya, till I fillet ya like tallopia
    My glock spits, nero toxic hot bricks
    My synopsis make rocks split, block hits from unseen entities that I box with
    I hold a key like locksmiths, got X-ray optics
    Grew thoughts I get, sit outside my knowledge pit cause they could not fit
    My virus too strong, to call off
    I could stand on one foot on a building ledge, in a strong wind and couldn't fall off
    I spark the seas, that are hard to read
    I'm from a larger creed a Martian breed, that turns caution offers to quadriplede
    The strap cannibal, that rap fannels
    Like states on the Animal Channel, that traps mammals in the annals of my neck panel
    The dichotomy, my word logic locks you
    And stops you from breathing out, until the death angel adopts you
    You wanna have it, take a stab at it
    I'm avid about smashing your cabbage, at the specks of forensic lab fabric
    Impostors copy my logic, my body and knowledge
    To your body's composite, from solid to liquid to gas and back to solid
    An apocalyptic, flame rips
    From my lips at insane clips, that strips fragment and many micro grains and brain chips
    I distribute facts, amongst ya
    The chiropractor, that replace needles with multiple axe in your back for acupuncture
    The inhabitant, of the labyrinth Babylon
    Paramount paragon, and ones we laid marathons with ninety pound batons
    And spark sun, cause I been hotter
    The Bin Laden sin plotter, that'll beat your ghost out of you like a piñata
    My information, level contagious
    Blazing abrasion, that had you phased with radiation like a chemo patient
    When average rappers, scavenge passion from attabance
    I ravage anatomy savage, and won't even let the maggots have it
    Don't try to draft the chapter, after me
    You'll think you levitating but you'll be actually, hanging rope defying gravity
    The word merchant, that squirt serpents with a flow pump
    Lyrically I'm the opposite of a hurt workman, cause I get's no comp
    Your verses, are worthless
    My thirst is strong enough to cold Earth's water, from the Earth's inner core up to it's surface
    I'll leave a generation, birth-less
    Carry hearses in other dimensions, while being nourished by the milk of shirtless nurses
    You quoting stuff, that ain't potent enough
    I seen a ghost of the rhyme you wrote, leaving out of your rap folder holding floating up
    Like Ike I beat and bruise the mic, if I use it right
    You gon' lose tonight, and every pen you choose'll go on strike and refuse to write
    I'm overseen, by wicked guardians
    With entity after every performance, and make me slaughter part of the audience
    I never finish a battle, one paragraph they blue
    Just like a phone number, most rappers dash half way through
    I designed the rhyme, my wits that I could of read at first
    I didn't get a chance, people were screaming and giving me dap before I said the verse
    I'll speak to your brain, and tremble it
    The skim of it I'll dismember it, blow up the frame and let a baby reassemble it
    Skills that are doping em, with opium
    The trophy I'm accepting, while my victims head lay hopelessly on a podium
    (talking:)
    Go on say it dog say it, you cried huh
    (nah), you so mad you cried right you did
    You did mayn, you cried
    ****, you were mad then a ************
    You cried *****, you cried
    What did you do, to deserve that ****