Head Hunters

(Ugh, Yea, Yo)
(I'm here)
This just vivid visions from venomous villains, rigorous rhythms
Feel like some things missing. I try to restore the feeling
Haiku in the dojo, Riley pass the doja
We're ultra mcs watching for MKUltra
Do this for my culture. They try to keep us local
Slugs for these vultures, I squeezed from my vocals
Light a bomb in ProTools. Hard drives is hardwired
The devil been on me. I stay God inspired
Foot prints in the sand, and they're saying I'm the man
But in order to be the man, you learn to be a man
Ric Flair swagger, fatigue jackets and beaded bracelets
Makeshift, filled with lies, envy, and hatred
Live from the basement, allow me to shapeshift
Lyricist to producer, I shut down your stages
From Brick City to U-City up to Chi-Town
When this joint come on, y'all niggas better (Get down)

(Ugh, Yo) It's been a minute, so let's cut to the chase
Chitter chatter from behind, but never much in your face
Be them same old niggas that be running in place
Keep it real with myself, 'cause I know what's at stake
I know I'm one of the greats, and never had a hard time
Standin' behind bars, never did hard time
Make them listen and envision the dream
Watch a nigga switch flows like the visitin' team
Run and of course pass ya, young and of course classic
My life got no handle, Morpheus sunglasses (Ha)
Got it down to a science like a test tube
It was shit I had to go through like a flesh wound
I like pressure, pushing to the rocks
You mad I'm versatile, can't put me in a box? (Nope)
Ready for the weigh-in, put lil' niggas in playpens
No handouts, so I made a fuckin' way in

(Yea, You know who it is)
It's the illest lyricist, vocabulary specialist
I'd have 10 albums out if I wasn't such a perfectionist
Amateurs braggin' 'bout what they put together is effortless
I'm twisting bars like Tetris and making sure every section fits
Every page is like an oil refinery load
The pen controls liquid gold 'til it finally flows
And when I write, my primary mode is binary code
Aged to perfection, every rhyme is like a winery ode
It's like you're listening to a Renaissance, similar to sniffing rocks
Sure to make you itch in spots as if you're covered in chickenpox
Rappers sending shots hoping for a "pad and pen" response
Instead I give them that
"Cut them in half and grin", Zantetsuken response
My lyrics sharp and cut deeper than a Masamune
I laugh at groupies while lavender sake passes through me after sushi
The album's out and all I ask
Is that you go and check it out like white people in a slasher movie

Hey yo, I'm ready for anything Ku
I've got your back in the attack zone
Password never needed for activating my rap drone
Happily I'm smacking these amateur rappers back home
With icy pen skills, sending chills upon their backbones
I shatter them, lock them in the basement with the rats
And let them taste the fate of rabies in their veins from all the bats
Impatiently waiting to isolate them to the max
'Cause I won't let them see the Sun until they start to see the facts
My passive aggressive ass will let you answer the question
Of whether or not I came with a relevant topic lesson
Start confessing, I'm far-fetched when the guards are resting
So pardon me if I'm harmfully harping in your direction
Forever takin' aim on anybody who utters
Ridiculous hate claims, decaying out of the gutters
So pay your dues, stay under roofs to take cover
And learn your lesson: You never should've fucked with Head Hunters