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