MARS ILL - Compound Fractures lyrics

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[Verse 1: sintaxtheterrific]

I'm a patriarch b-boy breaking bones in the park

After dark, my blows like body rock the beat within your heart

I've been sent to set apart, make the swift leg lame

Touch my hand to your hip to cripple physical frames

I'm braining body handicapping snapping judgment just the same

Entertain to leave ya'll limping pimping strut with a cane

The pain is incidental pencil spit in sentence fragments

Character gets crushed like catching hands in kitchen cabinets

Be breaking bad habits, turn the table on them

Manufacture compound fractures with the stroke of my pen

Sintax has spoken to men (kid gets me open within)

I leave you broken like Ken Swift doing cranial spins

Soul bend and break men sending bones through the skin

When words are fresh I'm ripping flesh, paper sheets or melanin

I tend to pop limbs out of joint with the points I make

Your soul's without control like overweights on roller skates

Correct mistakes, Sintax deflates fake over-inflated egos

On beaches in Brazil screaming, "Just Say No To Speedos!!"

In suburbs telling white kids they look stupid wearing corn rows

In Hugh Hefner's mansion tape recording over pornos

There's hurt before the healing and wreck before the rescue

Dirt before the cleansing and dark before the view

Wrong before redemption, hip-hop to break your neck

Cuz God gives us life to live once we got no life left

[Hook]

[Verse 2: manCHILD]

Mind, body and soul heir squares off in circles

Tear kicks and snares to pieces and shreds while breaking bread

Bred to break you, no mistake dude, take 2 fake crews

Deepspace you to your face too, like an earthquake when I make moves

Leave you naked like He made you to longer hide things

Masked as bright schemed politics from the left or the right wing

Spiked words do the right thing, lust for chicks in tight jeans

But it's all obviously faker than a Van Damme fight scene

Your mind's a white screen, the underworld's projecting pipe dreams

Wise mic fiends contact you with bone cracking fractures

Sintaxtheterrific spits rage amaze-on

Just to warn you cool cats the thin ice that you skate on

Levels dangerous like radon, laced with syntactical blows

Expose heads like photos to Jehovah, broken at His feet

Rock hard like concrete to glorify the Most High?

Regardless, I rip flawlessly raw like e-coli

I've been told I ran wild, but still my die hard fans smile

For that drop-you-where-you-stand style, soul heir the manCHILD

I AM stands miles above the current lifestyle that you've chosen

Sounds ill but you'll be whole once you're broken