Attack (Explicit)

Fancy looking fellow isn't he

Wait a minute I've seen him somewhere before

A ha

I'm sickly flow quarantined by the CDC

Heads nod pressure on your neck like a DDT

Beat Street Ramo spittin' on your name

Rhymes travel underground like it's written on a train

My position in the game top dog rock hard

F**k with everybody in your hood just not y'all

Basic live broadcast from the ER

We are talk of the town without the PR

Savagely attack this

Rap master craftsman

Pack em in twisted on the floor like a backspin

After him y'all will have to deal with the son of Deck

One of the best that hasn't done it yet

Killer Bee chopping up the track like a Dilla beat

Professor X couldn't test my ability

I cave the motherf**king roof like heavy snow

Act like I told ya before

Y'all ready know

Now an attack is made

E S reps I wrote this in a GS Lex '95

To get that nineties vibe

My melody high and low fidelity darts

My whole team 7:30 like when Jeopardy starts

I can't call it unless we call my style diabolic

I'm a write a holic I drink ink 'til I vomit

I think 'til I'm catatonic in sync with a bag of chronic

I'm bringing the mad demonic style all these rappers wanted

I'm a tsar of bizzare bars cut you like a scimitar

Wichita state X Man'll execute you you a dead man

God willing

I'm an odd villain getting top billing with my squad chilling

Blood on the tracks like Bob Dylan die like a mob killing

We already know the ropes

We be stepping over ropes

It's Andre the Giant looking down at you local folks

Okey doke motorized vocals yeah I practice

Raised on a tape the same color as Galactus

Hello Mr Ghost we meet again eh

Look out attack like a n***a on bath salts

Eat his face off leave his body on asphalt

Rampant run through your town on attack mode

Savagely leave em broomstick'd in the asshole

Cobra clutch ickiest stick to the dutch skin

Throw a mask on and go in go in

Walk around with two bats like I'm Yogi Berra

Or Marv from Sin City rockin' robes as a trench

My two weapons black have you ducking under the bench

The stench of dead bodies thoughts of the mutilation

Bring you closer to God in a tight situation

Or thrown in the back of the truck a sanitation

I'm ruthless my technique is Chinese torture

No IV's hanging out of your vein to support ya

Everybody's talking about how the ghost caught ya

Have a 5 year old kill your a*s for a quarter

At Tony Stark's office there is a new development

Ironman Ironman

Red alert

Red alert