Catalyst

T-P-M
Monster Musick

My mind is a Glock 45
The beat is the mag and the mic is the slide
If we pull it pull it back, see what's hiding inside
An artistic war vet, with a sinister side
My words hit you in the chest like hollow tips
Fatal is the action; ain't no comin back from this
Fully automatic on the mic when I spit
Tu muerte está aquí; ain't no stoppin it
Bow down to the Killer of Cowtown
Or take ten to the chest, hittin the ground like spent rounds
Ditch the heater and I gotta lay low now
I'm a low-pro ghost in your town
But I'm lookin like a god when I rise
Superman takin off the disguise
No sympathy for my enemies when I ride
Get to them before they get to me; prevent the fight
Lock in the mag
Pull back the slide
One final attack
Will finally decide
Who's fit to live, and who has to die
Poetic at the end, for the living sacrifice
Now It's time to hit you hit you with the millimeter
Rippin off soft tissue, you're a heavy bleeder
Send you off to God, hope that you're a true believer
Exsanguination
Strangulation
Infatuation
DEADLY CREEPER

I exist I exist I exist
No
I exist I exist I exist
No
I exist I resist I persist
I exist as a catalyst, for this shit
Bro

I exist, as a catalyst for insanity
And I must insist, you cease and desist immediately
Because the impending hit can be done quick
Or I can take you to a black site, drag out your death indefinitely
I'm in the kitchen cookin, but I ain't stretching the coke
Choppin bars into my Pyrex-rockin up some verbal dope
Stronger than Fentanyl, 100 times more addictive than blow
If you ready to roll, just inhale on this smoke
Breathe deep, as I begin to seep
Into your veins I will creep
Promise me not to freak
It's only your pain I seek
Cutting the stress, out of your chest
Is the only way that I can breathe
Feeling cold as you bleed
As your mind dies, it's screaming out MAYDAY
Caught by a lyrical serial killer up in his heyday
And all of this beef, to jump on my song
Then you chop up my bars talking about how they're too long?
Now I'm rippin a full song outta the verse you tried to break
And I'm filling every single second of it with this hate
Asked for sparks-I gave you flame bro
I came correct
Y'all some cartoon chumps in the game though
And you lack respect
So you're takin a syringe full of Propofol straight to your neck
Leather bands have you strapped down across your chest and head
UH-OH
Who's gangsta now? OG TPM
If Slyk wana test the crown, I'll be the end of him
You know

I exist I exist I exist!
No
I exist I exist I exist!
No
I exist I resist I persist
I exist as a catalyst for this shit
No
I exist I exist I exist!
No
I exist I exist I exist!
No
I exist I resist I persist
I exist as a catalyst for this shit
No