Copywrite - Fucksoundcheck lyrics

rate me

My birth certificate reads: "Earth's most descriptive MC"

My death certificate'll read: "I'm dead, quit listening to me"

But while I'm here I'll use the planet as a platform

To plant panic in faggots and bash 'em with a mask on

My stamina's twice more to boost

I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth

So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars insue

From the mic lord ya family likes more than you

Your head'll flinch when I nurse you to trauma

Cause my add libs are iller than any verse you can conjure

Megahertz will persecute you with honor

Wheathermen'll take it one step further and murder ya momma

Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom, shot 'em with rhythm

I don't get problems, I give 'em

My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades

My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made

So when I rock what's not to like

I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write

Your faction is nothing, you'll get chewed for the hell of it

If rappin was fuckin ya whole crew would be celebit

Copywrite'll shit a million words before your first sentence drops

Or before my double engine stops, whichever comes first

Cause I'm determined to serve y'all with permanent words, murdering germs

By avoiding the most obvious method, my hobby is catching

And you can't dodge the Intrepid

Tis the season I'll ceast you breathing through ya chest

That's not a threat, it's the reason I was sent

[Chourus]

Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now

Fuck site, by scent I'll hunt you down

There's 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing

Anyone who dis O-H town, I'm shittin on

DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this, I'm shittin on

When we on stage shut up until my click is gone

Show respect before your bitch is gone

[Verse 2]

Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3

You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me

No camera can capture the essence

One thousand years nuthin changed, Dracula never had a reflection

Fuck rockin mics, I'm cracking domes with African Stones

My practice sessions a classic alone

Give me six minutes, teams a stripped gimmicks

I don't wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it

I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose

Try again and get ate 4 times like 32

By a raw crew that'll bury all you

With Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits

Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard

I evole the practice of shit talking to an art form

And your banned from the mic

I get more Dap over the course of day

Then you'll see in the span of ya life

Damn right, but I got all day if y'all wanna learn the hard way

Show y'all how a thunder god plays

To sum it up, I'll Kill you

I don't blame you for being wack

I blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you

Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles, battle?

y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals

You ran, I launch rapid torpedos

Now I'm dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos

God damnit I laminate what I write

After seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic

I animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of

Slamming a fan's axe dead in ya man's back

My monstrous accomplice wands'll stun fast

with the promptness of a gun blast

I'm like, semen to semen I cum out the hardest

And I won't scalp tickets to a concert, I scalp the artist

[Repeat chorus]