savage

Verse 1] Yo when I pick-up a mic, I get shivers like winter nights When I'm spittin right, grippin it tight, adrenaline spikes Like a fight was incited in the cypher and I'm the type to ignite The violence when my rivals in sight - I'm wilin Inviting a writer to bite what I scribe with a pilot I'm a bison in stride, strikin any guy who would try it Brighter than lightning riding the skies, a titan The size of giant and timeless, surviving any crisis arising I rhyme inter-twining science with a fright-en-ning kind Of maniacal bias inspired by crime and defiance For societal pro-pri-ety -- try me-- I'm silently Devising vials of viral diseases, so finally These people I despise will consume lethal fumes When me and my goons release plumes on the streets you use From heated moving balloons, till you see on the news You need leak proof suits and tubes to breathe through too My music is a fusion of acoustical fuel and the brutal Views of a nuisance who uses the tunes he produces To get you to do shit and induce a movement of new and Improved revolution within a few minutes of viewing it I'm losing it daily, my crew's been a scary influence on Burymore choosing to carry more tools than repair-men and using em On various stupid arrogant dudes daring to prove shit I'm airing two clips and ain't caring who's hit I'm sicker than livers after litres of liquor were in em I breathe benzene steam->feed on litter and bleed venom My track skills are so ill cuz I see with a green vision Field, and I feel, people's heat signatures keep switchin I hone in to a foe's position with primo precision I see no reason to get emotional over leaving you twitchin Broken and beaten, ya clothes soaked in hemoglobin and piss when I open your throat with a choke, so viscious it rips in To your skin and past tissue, to de-tatch your kisser From your little bitch ass neck, when I grab and hit you I'm faster than missiles, actually I'm faster than the signals Transmitted to blast missiles, I catch bullets from pistols I can be drunk, high, passed out or nappin, asleep I'll catch a ninja's daggers with a clap, inches from stabbin me If you added all the casualties, I've casually had in a week You'd have to get NASA to do the math, I'm a savage beast