Let Us Speak
Everything had started in the streets
Nobody before had ever heard of us
Now this industry will let us speak
Up until the day somebody murders us
Time to get everyone screaming louder
Than a body falling from the Eiffel Tower
My specialty bars devoured
At 787 miles an hour
That's the power I embrace and leak
Now the beast is breaking free
When I roam in the streets
You know I'm a freak
Unleashing an omen the moment I speak
Kidnapping a beat slaughter a track
Handcuff it in a bath chainsaw it in half
This is the prophet of rap
Alter the tempo then I bring it back
That's the sound of a Vortex rhyme
Descending in a funnel that's more then violent
People are crying in traffic line ups
Evac cities like I'm hurricane Ida
Coming in to put an end to the drought
What the hell are we to be afraid about
These loudmouth haters are circus clowns
If they wanna defeat me to be paramount
This tongue inside of my mouth
Got a limited amount of difficulty to pronounce
And the syllable count still incredibly profound
Till the mothafuckin day that I get buried in the ground
Everything had started in the streets
Nobody before had ever heard of us
Now this industry will let us speak
Up until the day somebody murders us
Yo gimmie my cue if you listen to music
I did this for you I be sick and I prove it
I get in my groove and I stick and I move with it
Stick and I move with it I'm manuevering
Buddy I done it I did it I'm doin
I shimmer and shake like a vivid illusion
Better give me a break and I split em in two with it
Too in tune with it
Let me speak now
Let me get a plate imma eat now
Pick it up or you lookin at a beatdown
Hit the map with the wrath of my math better
Pick a path or you lookin at a re-route
Now I'm lookin at your name imma read out
When I hit em with the thang then it's peace out
Imma get em with the language killin everything till I chill with the waves at the beach house
Bro bro got the coldest pen game
Don't start shit you don't know the end game
Crack on y'all when I snap they fall
Ashes to dust like a batcave wall
Speak soft with a thick ass stick it's like
He small with a big ass dick uh
Little big man lookin like a kickstand
Y'all move too much don't fight the quicksand
Everything had started in the streets
Nobody before had ever heard of us
Now this industry will let us speak
Up until the day somebody murders us
Imma hop on like a napalm bomb
Incinerating everything that get in my way
You fuckin ballistic and non realistic if you think that you can extinguish the flame
Even if you wanna you can't contain this
Better know that we strange and dangerous
Makin changes ain't gonna save ya
Everything I deliver is straight contagious
Vincent van Gogh on the piano
Murder any rhythm with a different rap flow
Pretty fast though
Never that slow
Even with a throat filled full of crack smoke
It's Ubi and the double V's
Don't nobody wanna battle these
Rappin assassins who back in the lab again
Mastering tracks that attackin your abdomen
Breathe and release cancerous antigens
Worse then a mothafuckin African pathegeon
Italy consider me an enemy already when I'm comin out the Middle East strapped in the Vatican
Globally known thats my identity
You have to remember me I blacken the chimney
From words I cooked and recorded look
Torch and a book like the Statue of Liberty
Nobody before had ever heard of us
Now this industry will let us speak
Up until the day somebody murders us
Time to get everyone screaming louder
Than a body falling from the Eiffel Tower
My specialty bars devoured
At 787 miles an hour
That's the power I embrace and leak
Now the beast is breaking free
When I roam in the streets
You know I'm a freak
Unleashing an omen the moment I speak
Kidnapping a beat slaughter a track
Handcuff it in a bath chainsaw it in half
This is the prophet of rap
Alter the tempo then I bring it back
That's the sound of a Vortex rhyme
Descending in a funnel that's more then violent
People are crying in traffic line ups
Evac cities like I'm hurricane Ida
Coming in to put an end to the drought
What the hell are we to be afraid about
These loudmouth haters are circus clowns
If they wanna defeat me to be paramount
This tongue inside of my mouth
Got a limited amount of difficulty to pronounce
And the syllable count still incredibly profound
Till the mothafuckin day that I get buried in the ground
Everything had started in the streets
Nobody before had ever heard of us
Now this industry will let us speak
Up until the day somebody murders us
Yo gimmie my cue if you listen to music
I did this for you I be sick and I prove it
I get in my groove and I stick and I move with it
Stick and I move with it I'm manuevering
Buddy I done it I did it I'm doin
I shimmer and shake like a vivid illusion
Better give me a break and I split em in two with it
Too in tune with it
Let me speak now
Let me get a plate imma eat now
Pick it up or you lookin at a beatdown
Hit the map with the wrath of my math better
Pick a path or you lookin at a re-route
Now I'm lookin at your name imma read out
When I hit em with the thang then it's peace out
Imma get em with the language killin everything till I chill with the waves at the beach house
Bro bro got the coldest pen game
Don't start shit you don't know the end game
Crack on y'all when I snap they fall
Ashes to dust like a batcave wall
Speak soft with a thick ass stick it's like
He small with a big ass dick uh
Little big man lookin like a kickstand
Y'all move too much don't fight the quicksand
Everything had started in the streets
Nobody before had ever heard of us
Now this industry will let us speak
Up until the day somebody murders us
Imma hop on like a napalm bomb
Incinerating everything that get in my way
You fuckin ballistic and non realistic if you think that you can extinguish the flame
Even if you wanna you can't contain this
Better know that we strange and dangerous
Makin changes ain't gonna save ya
Everything I deliver is straight contagious
Vincent van Gogh on the piano
Murder any rhythm with a different rap flow
Pretty fast though
Never that slow
Even with a throat filled full of crack smoke
It's Ubi and the double V's
Don't nobody wanna battle these
Rappin assassins who back in the lab again
Mastering tracks that attackin your abdomen
Breathe and release cancerous antigens
Worse then a mothafuckin African pathegeon
Italy consider me an enemy already when I'm comin out the Middle East strapped in the Vatican
Globally known thats my identity
You have to remember me I blacken the chimney
From words I cooked and recorded look
Torch and a book like the Statue of Liberty
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Cusson
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