Scissors With Running (feat. B the mc)

Two blades intersecting
Seemingly reckless
New wave in a CD player that's repeating
Ain't for combining
But we seem to make it work
Like scissors with running, scissors with running
Two blades intersecting
Seemingly reckless
New wave in a CD player that's repeating
Ain't for combining
But we make it work so well
Like scissors with running, scissors with running

I awoke 10:30 with my dreams all behind me
Can barely remember if they were exciting
So damn sure could've missed, I refuse to enlist
Without knowing the war I'm supposed to be fighting in
But the tension in the room
So thick, could be cut and then pursued
By this event that's occurring
And whether or not the weather could be changing the stirring
Bitch, do you really think I'd be afraid upon ya
I turn the heat so high you'd think that you're in Arizona
Was tryna step up, but you ain't in the zone, huh
To get back in it, bitch, you need some time alone, huh
You're running and running
No chance you'd be gunning
To carry your blades and cut the line in front
But your chariot, seems to be far out of reach
Put them scissors down, you ain't fucking with me
The B

Two blades intersecting
Seemingly reckless
New wave in a CD player that's repeating
Ain't for combining
But we seem to make it work
Like scissors with running, scissors with running
Two blades intersecting
Seemingly reckless
New wave in a CD player that's repeating
Ain't for combining
But we make it work so well
Like scissors with running, scissors with running

Whoa
I caution against that, bro
You ain't got no left-hand scissors
These blades dull and broke
Lately, BMC's been sharpening his flow
Avoiding getting cut, messed around, slipped, stub my toe
Never expected this ease
Putting verses and songs together effortlessly
Been spitting nearly long as English I speak
So anyone claiming I suck, hella reach
And be prepared to prove that feeling
Redrum's rehabilitated, lyrically the only killing
Godson and Lyrikali handle my engineering
Keep the drums booming like Timberland, one in a million
Destroy so many, weak MC's gotta pick wack out my teeth
On my last floss pick
Don't wanna be what I eat
So I significantly cut out all meat
High carcinogen risk
Don't want mad wack MC disease

Two blades intersecting
Seemingly reckless
New wave in a CD player that's repeating
Ain't for combining
But we seem to make it work
Like scissors with running, scissors with running
Two blades intersecting
Seemingly reckless
New wave in a CD player that's repeating
Ain't for combining
But we make it work so well
Like scissors with running, scissors with running

I spit with reckless intent
Could shake a bomb analyst
Strike out three times
Still swing for the fence
When I connect
Multiple basehit, runs batted in
Still break the bat over my quad
Like Bo Jackson

And my movement's accurate like mo-cap is
And I write between the rhythms like a slow motion
I never leave it open ended like BoJack ends
I close the chapter on a note after a speed
Mach ten
Speed memory of my dreams since my inception
But, I recall one epic concert of the millennium
In a heavenly dimension sometime soon
Amy Winehouse opening for MF DOOM

I got a feeling that they all started to run out of breath
Will end their stepping ain't no guessing
Cause you won't know the rest
There really ain't no question how you got all these blisters
You been spending all your time just running with scissors

That's not even the metaphor, bro
Sounds stupid

I can't help you
If you won't
Help yourself

Help yourself