Lyrical Monster

[DJ Premier scratches]
 Pure microphone magic
 Carving up mc's, straight up torch their weak embellishments
 Getting it
 Put it on
 Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow
 Yeah
 Perverted Monk high chief
 [Afu-Ra]
 Life Force moving swiftly
 Pitch forks steady miss me
 My renaissance, my brother's light eclipse me
 My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets
 Fuck that turn the other cheek
 Unless you squeeze a peach
 No parental advisory, so no need for the bleeps
 No comin' in my crib unless you wipin' your feet
 I hit the street, I feel good plus complete
 A lotta hot rappers ain't nothing without their beat
 Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw
 When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it
 Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick
 Watchin' my ass, and yo I learnt quick
 I'm nifty, shifty with my dirt, G
 Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me
 I bring it from front to back, white to black
 Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin' that
 Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
 You feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
 So while I do my thing, you do your thing
 Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang
 Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
 Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
 So while I do my thing, do your thing
 Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang
 Monumental, thoughts flowing sequential
 The quintessential mental, tapping into
 My focus, take it round like a rental
 And if I have to cut you with my gonzo
 I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into
 Like you can joust defence
 So many strokes and slashes let off
 You ain't got not fingerprints
 Carve you up with my Rambo, ammo
 Looking like leather-face, trippin' on the dance floor
 Too much hypocrisy, up in the market, B
 It ain't about talent, it's all about the currency
 My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest
 Maybe I'll write a line and fara canna quote this
 They got status but can't work the apparatus
 How could a project sell millions
 Talking 'bout millions, when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand
 Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
 Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
 So while I do my thing, do your thing
 Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang
 Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
 Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
 So while I do my thing, do your thing
 Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang
 Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical
 Simple and plain, cos I don't wanna riddle you
 I'm tryin' to black out, cos I'll blow your back out
 Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out
 With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout
 Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count
 Got so many names, that I can't even count
 Let's see: Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr How, Dr Intergalactic
 My other names is under the mattress
 Now you can get your grades pissed on
 After your body's been buried
 From trying to get your diss on
 Wax off, wax on
 My calm is bringin' a storm, from the night until the early morn'
 I got so many styles, forget the grape with wine
 Life Force on the mic, an' 'bout to put it on
 Takin' you ass away like I was Kogon
 Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
 Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
 So while I do my thing, do your thing
 Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang
 Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
 Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
 So while I do my thing, do your thing
 Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang