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...