Level UP

Burgers on the beat
Oblivion up on the M I C

I came from the rubble
Now I'm causing trouble
Lyrically drownin' these phonies faced down in a puddle
They ain't trynna cuddle with disaster
Ill bash on you bastards
The fact of the matter is I'm back and I'm badder

Was on a steady climb then fell off of the ladder
But that doesn't matter
Cause I got back up to where I was at like nothing ever happened
I clicked back into action
Verbal weapons clappin'
Causing reactions like stone being smashed with a mallet to the flint

Punk bitch
Take a hint
We're the shit
Burgers and oblivion
Throw a fit
Hit a lick
Imma flip
Like a skate trick
In the mix
I won't sit silent
Cause the shit that I spit,
Is mint condition

And it defies the typical traditions of the system
But I'm out to restore the elements of the culture that have been missing
Just take a second to listen to the words that I'm emittin'
I've been fishin' in the dark for a spark
But I nearly drowned in the marsh
The flames from the heat of the moment left a mark
I've come to the conclusion that there is no second start

So I had to put the car outta park
Decided Imma go some place far
Beginning to fulfill the role of my part
Now its time to firestart
Emerging from the shadows like a lark
Sticking to my roots so my character never falls apart
No matter the season I'm appeasing with truth and reason

But getting to where I want to be wont so easily obtained
In my brain I know I'll never change
Cant attach my mindstate to a ball and chain
In all reality you can only catch minimal tread on those bald tires in the rain
So drive wise and safe
Before you guide yourself to your demise or an unsafe state of mind in which you will not like nor admire
On the mic
I'm Michael Myers
Stone cold but still got this burning desire,
To set the track on fire
And scorch down the empires,
Wheres my lighter?
Got this imperialistic urge to conspire against the ego polluted sheeple
Then throw em off into the mire

Then I'm off into my own internal personal paradise in my mind
Where no one can find me unless my presence is dire

Watch my raw flows cut through the silence just like barbed wire
Better never fake the funk cause the fake fucks expired...