Beast Mode Evolved

I heard it all, and all you rappers ain't shit
 Stare into your wide eyes on some David Blaine shit
 Take your insides, outside and see it stain brick
 If you can't handle the real, just kill yourself and rage quit
 Yeah bitch
 I'm ceremonially dangerous
 Like ammonia mixed with angel dust serotonin in your razor cuts
 You couldn't survive a moment in the cage with us
 Your brain concussed will wake you up like a tasers touch if you brave enough
 Spit fire Saint cold with the pen
 You chase the dragon when you listen verbal opium den
 Hit you with flows that's so explosive it's too close to defend
 Keep skulls and bones of those that oppose to show to my friends
 Yeah
 Pop hoes out my circle like a bowling ball
 Beat the beat into submission this is beast mode evolved
 You in, bleached overalls I'm in the streets overall
 I'm leaving 'em hunched over if they reach load and draw
 I hack opponents behind a curtain like voter fraud
 Leave 'em in a box leaking call it leach protocol
 Since haystacks and eight tracks I got the coldest bars
 My genome can be traced straight back to the older Gods
 If you told your fans you the best, you told them wrong
 Don't make me demonstrate the pros and cons and woes of broken arms
 Fuck your coat of arms my guns are sleeves don't get rolled up on
 Bars packed with venom dead 'em then I'm like a cobras jaw
 And I ain't perfect but murder words how this sinner rhymes
 Anywhere the competition gathers it's like dinner time
 From analog tape deck to mp3 digitized
 They hypnotized to not recognize the real like I'm in disguise
 And I ain't saying I ain't never wore a mask heavy
 In a bad setting I am deadly how they brand Freddy
 My paragraphs carry wrath so have your cash ready
 If money is owed I'm ugly and cold like the last yeti
 Perfect, a great victory for Cobra, perhaps too perfect...