Earthboy, Illy Al, Solo, Jeremity,
Select your weapon of choice
Earthboy, Illy Al, Solo, Jeremity,
Select your weapon of choice
Yeah, last night my rhymes
brought the same effect as mortars
Told from the critics' corners
trauma and stress disorders
Wrecking balls with all respect
Fine, tell them take aim at my mob,
It's the only shot that they got,
And say what you want, mantra man,
I think the world's gone mad
I'm about to lose the plot
On a beat, facing a six MC,
single file, firing squad
No word of which shot, signed it off,
darling God gave a hotline to God
Code of honor means it's never spoke,
since we don't get picked to spot
Now most ain't gonna catch us,
O .B .C. tracks when you die
Last night my rhymes started a revolution
it was evidently an effin' nuisance
Had the hippies following me
Peeps seeking retribution
But I didn't have a solution at all
Still there's a mural of my name
They had my face silhouetted
Now I'm like take a bearer,
famous facial hair wearer
But the difference is, I ain't got no message
I was just freestylin', I was just flexin'
See, they predicted my answers,
I didn't mean to get the people in a riot of
The year I started rhymin',
So I'm sayin' sayonara with a
Earthborn, get him Iliad, get him
So lo, get him Jeremity, go get him
Mr. Mark, go get him Manterra,
Select your weapon of choice
In the hour, solo, to remedy,
select your weapon of choice and just tell
Now I'm searching for the perfect alibi
yelling terror from the sky
Residents gave my description to police
and a menace to the streets
now they want fingerprints
I didn't kill him, my lyrics did
The flow, it sounded like an air raid
He was just one of the unluck
Touched by the sound wave
The syntax, bad inflection,
Hey yo, last night my rhyme
Came home to find some lines
Couldn't let it go to waste
Had to take a dip, get a taste
Now he's just another name on the form
stored in the coroner's office
Problem was, lack of knowledge
is the drug when he's on it
It's kinda subtle if you listen
But it bubbles in the system
Like in Spring Valley missions
When we were just some kids
and smelling like teen spirits
Got false and I froze for a minute,
put my finger on the pulse
And too late, his moment was gone
Last night they called me in
and brought me in for manslaughter
on a re cording on a camcorder
Reported mortars in the chorus
And with the drop followed rigor mortis
your mind's drawn an d forecorded
Moral ma jority are mortified,
with the applause that we afforded
I can hear the sirens ring out,
The metaphors that teleported
The string of words that strangle herds
The ashes of a man of peace,
Go ahead, make a martyr of me,
Earthborn, get em, in the hour, get em
Solo, get em, duality, go get em
Mr. Musk, go get em, man terror,
Select your weapon of choice
Earthborn, in the hour, solo, to remedy, Mr. Mop,
Manterra, select your weapon of choice
smoking mirrors transformed
an ordinary Joe to Daddy Cool
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled,
hypnotized civilized people
to remind them that they're animals
primitive instinct kicks in,
twisted game of Simon Says
Get em up, got em up, good,
Perfect score every time, like 9 to 10
my riddles pull a rabbit out the hatchet
Like Siddle in the Ashes,
Nothing more than a masterful
4.9
