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Intro [Beat by Subcon]
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Fubar:
There is nothing, only black deep in my heart
I'm the force that divided Pangea apart
Crack teeth when I spar
Break mirrors for bad luck before I stab people with shards
Season of the plague, pieces of your frame
Fall off, prepare for diseases I create
Heathen in the place with a demon in his brain
The force that resurrected Jesus from his grave
Pray before battling the best
Wanted to save face, I tore half of it instead
Balance four apples on your head
Instead of shooting arrows I'll take a sword, stab you with the edge
Ripping it is imminent, I write bars that are infinitely intricate
Equivalent to scissor kicks
I keep getting myself into ridiculous predicaments
Sanity is slipping through my finger tips
Subcon:
Hip Hop's "infected", a "plague" of rat like wretched messes
That make me "sick" it fucking "bugs" me like a "virus" spreading
No nice aesthetic, lines pathetic type of rhetoric
From guys who don't possess a "flow" and need a "diuretic"
It offends the senses with a "scent" that's simply "septic"
Shit the "stench" immense from sentences they pen is just relentless
It's offensive penmenship and text that's seeming endless
All these bores a fucking snore just like a deviated septum gets
Don't mess with this the best it gets with "weapon" gripped
And shit we're deadly with the phlegm in "general" we're "veterans" of spit
With pen "equipped" to end each menace seeming hesitant
Tentative with their finger on the "trigger" would'nt press it in
Lacking "aim", they're known to "shoot" and miss
These dudes just whif it, we're more accurate when "shooting from the hip"
The truth is this these two exist to spit it harder
Take a little off the top when we come for necks like Benjamin Barker
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Subcon:
It's time to "throw these hands", a most imposing man
"Going blows" with my foes and those who oppose my fam
A focused plan in "exposing" those who I can
And for the "record" that includes those who go in "circles" like "phonographs"
They wrote a rap and chose a path with flows that lack
Don't know they're wack and so they act so "brash" and "cocky" but they got no "sack"
They "boast" and "brag" explosive rants behind the "cam"
And yet they never get the "picture" like an "undeveloped photograph"
I'm known to "snap", go "mad" and just react
On opponents I'm owning a savage rapping call me "Macho Man"
I'm not your average ordinary Joe my flows "expand"
Forever "growing" showing "no limits" like the "Autobahn"
Full "throttle" audio "speed" that's out of your league
Elite, "momentum" increased when "driving" ink into the sheet
The pen's a "vehicle" to kill emcees with ease
Cause see some should've never stepped into the middle of this "street"
Fubar:
I am death in disguise, if you really focus you can learn that
I walk next to roses and they turn black
Stabbed an angel in the gut then returned from heaven
It is obvious my tongue was the murder weapon
I write for souls trapped within purgatory
Battle demons for the last of the territory
Read the Bible, laughed when I heard the story
Dedicated lyricist I rap for a certain glory
It's a hobby and a sport
Copy what I form you better ready your posse for a war
Look for me I'm probably at your door
To hit you so hard you'll die before your body hits the floor
There is nobody as determined as I am
I'm a tidal wave swallowing the surface of the land
Certainly the champ
Bury you so deep in the dirt they'll hold the funeral service in Japan
Won't see me running from any fight
Used to come home with dirty clothes and blood on them many nights
Heart's a health risk because of its heavy size
I'm nice then transform in front of your very eyes
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Fubar:
I am the worst of your fears
You were confident until you heard I was near and you nerves interfered
They analyze every single verse that they hear
And eventually attempt to reverse engineer
Now I'm back with a blow torch, incinerate enemies
Painting of a portrait, I illustrate memories
Predator gauntlet initiates weaponry
Targeting copy cats who imitate cleverly
Not natural, created in a lab
Equal to God battling Satan on a track
Be afraid of my attack
Skin conducts electricity similar to Raiden in a match
Soul is gone, it's official I'm remorseless
Firing a heat-seeking missile at your door step
There's no answer to the riddle, I was born dead
With a 3rd eye in the middle of my forehead
Chorus:
We kill, kill, kill, you die, die, die
On the mic it's like youre fighting for your life, life, life
When we write you're getting roasted, burned alive, live, live
With a swipe of the pen we watch you fry, fry, fry
Subcon:
These "pussies" "screwing" up the "scene" we leave with open "gashes"
"Fuck 'em" we'll "expose" these average "bitches" like it's "Only Fans"
And those "posing" on the "cam" and not showing any "passion"
"Acting" getting blasted in the "ass" by the "man" just to cash in
They boast and brag with no flow and it has me going mad
Knowing that I could own them with "punches" without me "throwing hands"
"Opponents" and "foes" show nothing that's even known to "land"
Supposed "hits" just "miss" me dudes seem "slow".. like "growing plants"
The moment that I flow it's like I'm known to "ignite"
And when I get rapping I'm having a "gas" when I'm "striking a match" after soaking the mic
In "fuel" then "light" it on "fire" a writer "molton" like
Turn "foreigners" in rap to "ash" when claiming that they're "Cold as Ice"
"Incendiary" device when I write I'm "heated"
I mean it leaving defeated emcees at my feet to die
On sheets beefing with the weak and bring this "piece" of mine
I "sling" and "shoot" off "rounds" until these clowns look like a pizza pie
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Subcon:
You view this man it's like he's "fighting" in the "colloseum"
He moves so "quick" and with this "speed" it's like you "hardly see him"
A "brute" that's "fluid" with "movement" hard to "compete with"
If you "beef" with him he'll "strip" you of your "meat" like you convert to "vegan"
Each verse a verbal "beating" with words that leave you "bleeding"
"Underneath" these "sheets" I read that lead you to "eternal sleeping"
What I'm speaking "bodies" emcees when I ink it
With these sentences "cemented" in the "Earth" like a "Mausoleum"
I dismantle heathens at my feet no longer breathing
Like "Professor X" to defeat me man it would take a "Legion"
It takes a "team of elite" emcess with these multi's
Not green new to the scene "human beings" with no schemes unfolding
I'm a sight to behold and it's not that I'm being "bold" see
I'm just the "type face" it my "time's" now with these lines I "ink"
I'm on the brink of distinctly new ways to think
A better breed of emcee in an entirely different league
Silentmind:
There's no blacksmith in existence you can possibly mention
That can forge a blade to be faster and prosper against him
Walk through dimensions, your weapons are useless here
From an astral cord suspending, snatch mics store them as souvenirs
Stop and go, rock and roll when we rock a show
Lock and load, shot'll blow for that Annunaki gold
Chopping flows, leave bodies in the Galapagos
Body blows, eat your brains out of pasta bowls
Snatching souls, no going back, what's done is done
Inner Earth, rewritting scrolls, show you where I'm coming from
Leave mushroom clouds in a dark haze
Watch as your mind, body and spirit part ways
Every time I rip with Subcon I get a blood thirst
And Bob the Builder make dynamite, light the fuse, your head'll burst
Make you want to go back and spit a better verse
Make you want to raise it to your temple let the metal jerk
Fubar:
I attack with miniature weaponry, similar density
To that of Thor's hammer with an infinite energy
Telepathically dive inside of your mind and wipe
Every single minute of memories
I am at the top, comprende?
When it comes to lyricism, I've been a god since 10th grade
It's time for me to drop some dead weight
You're telling me you're straight, but you're not, you've been gay
Face me in public
You're not tough, thinking you got guts you'll get a blade in your stomach
Hate it or love it, angels will plummet
And end up prisoners in chains in my dungeons
Mics generally burst when I make them ignite
Reciting words and the phrases I write
Who's gonna be the first to engage me and die
Hail Lucifer, you'll burn if you face me with rhymes
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Fubar:
seeing me is likely as God showing his face
to anybody living on this rock floating in space
when I'm not probing your brain
I am at the pinnacle of lyricism sitting at the top throwing grenades
things are not going your way, strangely enough
I'm an active volcano that daily erupts
lately feeling like maybe I'm nuts
whispering "die slow".. staring at your crazy as fuck
I train with weapons from a strange dimension
but I fancy a blade to lacerate intestines
Shark Brothers, each of our brain's infected
if we even touch water we change to Gremlins
close the curtains it's a wrap
I'll dissect the verses that you craft like a surgeon in his lab
got a furnace in the back where I burn them into ash
I'll incinerate every single person in my path
Subcon:
I have "no equal", on tracks I pack a "massive ego"
And on the mic a "little frank" like I'm "Danny Devito"
See there's a "science" to rhyming your mind can't "decode"
Yet mine designs enough "lines" to "map" and entire "genome"
I'm that amigo who's mean and brings an elite flow
While weak blokes who think they're dope "show they're (their) ass" like a "peepshow"
"Seeking instrumentals" yet seem they can't "find the beat" though
Shouldn't "meddle" (Metal) in this music to these "mutants" I'm "Magneto"
I'm "planting seeds" of thought to see how high the "trees" will "grow"
And "feed" them what I'm reading "reach" the "clouds" then "drown" the beasts below
With a "flood" of imagination I'm taking souls
This ain't a "game" and I don't "play" yet stay with an "ace in the hole"
When I "face" them "hit" them with a "straight" and make them "fold"
They claim the "title" yet when "fighting" on the mic I'd take their "gold"
I'd break their souls for creating such "dated scrolls"
And man I hate it super basic seeming "ancient" like the "days of old"
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Subcon:
I fear we're trapped within our last days, a "masquerade"
With "masked faces" spreading "disease" like rats of the "Black Plague"
Where "facts" sway with each and every day
It's hard to say what's "real" or "ain't" or feel awake when things "appear as fake"
It's irritating debating who is sincere or snake
And "nowhere near escaping" merely "taken" where the spirit breaks
Within a "maze" in a "place" in which we created
A "cage" we're "enslaved" in "staying" lame, tame and "manipulated"
Brain waves get "invaded" made "vacant" my "states" in a state of "stasis"
"Decaying" away in a way it "fades" 'til completely "deflated"
Pain elevated, "hell" we're paying
playing "god" "creating" pawns the way we con with traits that favor "Satan"
No "savior" waiting to save your place in a place that's "sacred"
No "fate" your "faith's" a waste, a way to stay "sedated"
Sadists "slanging" disdain and hate and it's never satiated
"Chasing fame and pay" we're made to lay down and just "take it"
Fubar:
There's no other option left, we've tried for resolutions
Assemble it's time for revolution
You're seen as a piece of a pie instead of human
Expect to eventually die in retribution
Fight for evolution inside this holy war
Give rise to a solution and strike with no remourse
Surrender is something I'm incapable of
Tormentor, I bludgeon with insatiable lust
I cut the strings, no longer will I be a puppet
Keep it coming if your goal is to seek destruction
Nihilism is I, try and listen to find
A single purpose, look inside an infinite mind
There is none, we're broken in half now
They eat away either way hoping we back down
Invasions, throwing stones in a glass house
Mission is to sit upon a throne with a cracked crown
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Jake Haw:
99 flavors bring variety
These pussy rappers trying to try me can't see irony
No iron see I put "I" in team, I'm a lone wolf
Known crook, walking got the bangers in my notebook
Got my own look studios I don't book
I got mine, sick of fighting rappers for my slot time
Sick of catching bodies for a hot rhyme
Rocka bye baby, the middleman from the crossfire
Fubar:
This new chapter is dark, true master of art
I can spit a verse make the moon shatter apart
Move faster than sharks, here to minimize your fun
When I cut your neck after I solidify my tongue
Crystalize your lungs, qualified to civilize you fucks
The moment that I initialize a punch
I'm dangerous, die from the cyanide spit
It's Fubar, the rapper with a giant-sized (beep)
Sadida:
Public executions, back to fine edges
Watch their heads fall at random like Tetris
Hate them all, waging war, battle cry endless
The kid awakened hungry after my breakfast
With these pieces of shit I'm Shooter McGavin
Blood stains on my clothes ruin the fabric
But I won't ever quit, proof of an addict
Make bitches disappear like doing some magic
Subcon:
I hit the mic and what I "write's" the "type" discarding foes
Those who "suck" enough to "pass a golf ball through a garden hose"
Those who "blow" and cannot "spit" so I'd assume they "swallow"
Lacking "lines" while my "supply's" the size of like "Dr. Zhivago"
I got that "dope" if you want the "smoke" like "Demi Lovato"
I'm bringing "heat" to every beat my phlegms a "semi auto"
Sending "lead" at heads in "bulk" enough to fill a "Costco"
Stand knee deep in "shells" when I got "beef" but I ain't selling "tacos"
I.N.F.
For those who think I just started son, son I've been a vet
I'm old school I'm still getting used to internet
I'll rip a set, so many rhyme lines will intersect
The ineffective minds will realign signs of intellect
My introspect is so dark and twisted
Paint with my blood, my art is my heart and liquid
Bars are vicious, ripping up your cartilage quick
Write a killer whale tale on you sharks and fishes
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Fubar:
Pray for your life
My tongue is the blade of a knife
I lacerate quick, never waste any time
Insane in the mind
Sick fuck that'll put your frame on a spike just to take what is mine
I seek revenge, settle scores religiously
Write bars using metaphors and similies
The equivalent of decapitation
Using metal swords and guillotines
Blade is autonomous, it'll lacerate your esophagus
There isn't a way you are stopping it
Gigantic frame is a monolith
Horseman of Lucifer waiting for the Age of Apocalypse
Broke free from the chains and the locks
Finally realized the pain never stops
Dreaming of bludgeoning your face with a rock
I am Kratos harnessing the rage of a god
Chorus:
It's Fubar, master of sinister
Die if you listen to the wrath I administer
Life behind bars, trapped like a prisoner
Until I alienate the last of my listeners
Subcon:
I've administered "pain" with a "rage" since adolescents
A tad "demented" and "sinister" like "Nathaniel Essex"
"mad aggressive" a lad with such "bad" intentions
"Dissecting" cats on the pad to watch em pass without an "anesthetic"
I "break them down" on each track they're "hacked" into "sections"
I'm "laughing" having a blast as I amass such a "massive collection"
Of "heads" of "dead" emcees I seized to have "revenge" and
With the pen "attacking clones" that fucking blow just like the "Phantom Menace"
Lacking flow and acting slow they have to go
Collapsing foes when throwing "punches" that could "kill" them like I'm "Cameron Poe"
The "voices in my head" when talking "had me at hello"
When telling me to off those who "say anything" like "Cameron Crowe"
And if they're "sick" my "script's" the "antidote"
With every "dose" their life is in my hands with "pen and pad" alone
These "cats" are bitches sitting in the "road" like "calico"
"Forever they'll remember" getting "whipped" like it's the "Alamo"
Chorus:
It's Subcon, master of sinister
Die if you listen to the wrath I administer
Life behind bars, trapped like a prisoner
Until I alienate the last of my listeners
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Fubar:
Wicked as they come, listening to Pun
While I drag body parts trying to fit them in my trunk
Living in the slums, city where I'm from
You'd get your head cut off while lifting up a gun
I am infinitely nuts, you hate when I show up
The minute that you run get your face and your throat cut
Incision in your lungs, pray that I don't thrust
And stick it in your gut just to bathe in the cold blood
It's like the scene from "The Shining"
Blood in the hallways, indeed it is frightening
I know you're skeptical, it seems like I'm lying
But I'm not, I actually live and breathe what I'm writing
Spitting hot flames
Rationalize by saying everything that I've done I did in god's name
Legend has it I am death and torment
Headless horseman I am Ichabod Crane
Since the age of fourteen
Swinging a machete like I'm Jason Voorhees
Welcome to my humble abode, window frames and doors keep
Moving like it's a maze but more bleek
Chorus:
You find it enticing
Try and analyze, lose you're life in the crisis
Mind is a vice grip
Enter at your own risk knowing that people tend to die when inside it
Sadida:
The name's Sadida, more than a danger
A force of nature in the torture chamber
No form of prayer will deny the execution
You can fight it, put your fists up like a revolution
Time of death is useless, killing it constantly
While others sell out to rebuild the economy
We kick philosophy as food for thought
These fools are lost, knew the cost but threw them off
Fame is a disease, got the game on repeat
All a circus act, ain't no need to be naming the freaks
Of course and why we come reporting live
Reading the news 'cause there's more to find
But recording time is what's being abused
By each of the dudes who are really confused
What they speak in the booth is sacrilegious
My plans are twisted won't even ask forgiveness
Subcon:
What's happening with your rapping? It wreaks of "crap" and
It's just "ass" and like you "crashed" into "shit" like "Biff Tannen"
If I went "back" to the "past" I would alter the "path" of rap and
I would send it in a different "direction" with lesser "traffic"
I'd be a "locomotive" in "motion" on every "track" and
"barrelling" towards the "future" "present" you a "trained" assassin
With sentences, pen in hand and a pad I'm crafting my "passion"
Don't "believe" in a "god" but "worship" Hip Hop like the "Vatican"
Imagine if, this imaginative man "flips"
Out an "acrobat" with the alphabet when the pen's gripped
Loud he spits and with his "sheets" so "clean" it's like he "shouts" it
Each "wave" he rides the "tide" and when he writes it's like you're "drowning"
A "battleship" grammatic attack a tactical strategist
A "shark swimming" with "fishes" they're getting "fried" when I "batter" them
In a matter of moments these spits that "fracture" opponents "ribs"
Are gut busting punches in bunches that "crunch" their "abdomens"
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Fubar:
I'm known to salivate
Carnivore, me and beef are supposed to gravitate
I choke and lacerate, those who fabricate
You're up shit's creek without a boat to navigate
Ready to smash, I sever and slash
Swinging a war hammer and heaviest ax
Leave an excessive amount of flesh with a scab
Walk into your funeral with your head in a bag
Best on the map when it comes to deadly attacks
Leaving you indefinitely in a medical lab
Destined to rap accept it as fact
When it comes to skill level I'm certainly ahead on the pack
It's so obvious, try and build a stone monument
In the image of I 'cause now you know God exists
Took possession of the All Spark
Attempting the ressurection of a lost art
Subcon:
Mission critical, listen, in dissing "each individual"
"insisting they're spitting sick" with this shit that's simply "miserable"
"Out of Rhythm" with every syllable, "pitiful"
Drivel they scribble "riddled with flaws" and often "unlistenable"
We gotta "school" these "kids" and "teach them just on "principle"
Or beat their asses after "class" and laugh when it gets "physical"
I cast this ritualistic passage a gifted savage
With the gift of gab I "hit the pads" and put each "sheet" in "traction"
"Mythical beast" a "Kraken" feast when rapping, "breach" the "cabin"
When I "sink my teeth in" feed on "crews" and even eat the "captain"
These heathens bragging not a task to "body bag them"
Packing nothing acting tough but "dig their graves" with pages truly wack and lacking
Practice with the pen and "dead" in every facet
"Lifeless" what they write it should reside inside a "casket"
See we can't have this these dudes with skills a 'lil iffy
"Rocking rhymes in time that's right" for some we find's a "little tricky"
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Fubar:
Trust me I'm dope, listen to the stuff that I wrote
Method in which I arrange words and cut to the bone
I manipulate, either you love it or don't
How I can squeeze a couple gallons of blood from a stone
Heart is what you lack most
Light can't even escape my soul, the shit is darker than a black hole
Quick like Peter Parker in attack mode
Swinging a tongue that's even sharper than an ax though
Get a knife to the gut
I stand by it, Mad Titan turning your life into dust
Pray for a quick death, the titan has come
Swinging a steel mace the size of the sun
Highest above, I am unable to die and be done
Even if you took every last oxygen atom from inside of my lungs
Pantheon of Greek Gods all combined into one
Subcon:
I'm meant to do this, with "text" a "weapon" pressed I'm "shooting"
"Lead" with what is said you're "dead" each "sentence" is an "execution"
I come for "heads", I find this is the best solution
End them at the "neck" before they get a chance to "spew" their music
What they're "producing dueces shitty tunes" just prove it
Crude just "number two's" and what they make is never fluid
Not smooth their rhymes are destitute accruing
Nothing new and we keep moving 'til our lyrics reach their final step in evolution
You "marvel" at these two brutes as if we're "mutants"
Once students now "professors with a text that's seeming "superhuman"
Dudes "flex" in sentences and yet no "strength" in what they're doing
Thinking what they "spit" is "sick it's not" (it's snot).. like "mucus"
Conveluted often clueless, lost aloof these goofs are useless
A nuisance and should move on from this genre not pursue it
Toxic to it, constant tudes and with a "lexicon" like "Groot"
Yet they get "rooted" in this scene and see I don't approve it
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