Precision

[Hook]
 Listen to precision *scratching*
 Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision
 Listen to precision *scratching*
 Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision
 Listen to precision *scratching*
 Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision
 Rhyming *scratching* rhyming
 [Verse 1]
 Y'all sendin' motherfuckas to an early grave
 murder men then murder slaves
 verbal plays vacant so you herbs behave
 When I was your age I wasn't that a rave
 I was bangin' jackin' spades lacin' page after page
 At that stage, you rookies would've bat at the bat cage
 With pride up in ya swingin' stance
 While I was catchin' finger cramps
 Writin' in a dark room wid swingin' lamps
 You sing and dance, you won't step you bringin' ramp shit
 Ring the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cell
 Bumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell
 7L holds cream like a tortoise's shell
 ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cell
 My thought be malice, shine like aurora borealis
 Thought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axis
 I speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigy
 So you better choose ya weaponry
 [Hook]
 [Verse 2]
 Yo I spit the words of death
 curse ya breath, there's no person left
 still can mesh burnin' ya flesh so nothing's left
 Of the missin' elements and artificial intelligence
 The darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed to
 blow ya back in like a rogue assassin or komodo dragon
 Cloak and dagger know no havin' verbal package
 With the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin'
 Clones attackin', you need to stick to local rappin'
 Cause I roll wid chicks lookin' dyke bend it over bitch
 Wid the dopest lips you could ever kiss
 Holdin' this is close to this, that'll reconverse on this
 Which episode a pack of old crazy motorists
 I change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipse
 Knock you off like a merc you got it, when it's kicks
 Women feelin' my tongue, Esoteric spillin' blood
 Killin' villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a bentley glove
 [Hook]
 [Verse 3]
 Yo I'm David Blaine raisin' Cain meditate and stay the same
 Specialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frame
 Main game flooded daily basis, takin' pages to Israeli paces
 Verses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chases
 Alien races wid scaley faces, sayin' damn you laced us
 Fachist, I blow clouds out the sky
 Leave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyes
 I'm the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin' fluid
 Runnin' through the veins of the Druid
 Like a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig
 Covered in red sweat, crab ass rappers guard quicker than Bobafed
 Or his father Jengo, I might catch 'em like a stitchin' witch
 Fuck a pigeon bitch I project vocals to catch rep
 like Robotech on attack, the god ock is back
 [Hook]