"Synical Ego"
By Synical

Verse 1
Meet my synical ego, elite criminal hero, deceetful...
Turn any situation from happy to anti-gleeful...
All hate, you'll never find any of this so called peace-foo...
I'll cut your microphone chord along with your wrist-too...
Any emcee, you'll get dissed too, im untraceable...
In-erasable, distaste the hate i bring you, non-subliminal...
Un-rateable, too elite, my path is unshakable...
Steadily i perform this form of flowmation with my serial...
Shaft, conquer any task brought to me, feel my wrath...
I'll seel my own cas-ket, im surprised so many emcees lasted...
No one dares step up, knowin' they'd get blasted...
Flowing with percise tactics, spittin' rapid like automatics...
No emcee alive with catch up and get intact-with-this...
Synical, hittin' ya'll up with another classic-shit...

Verse 2
Its the syn in me which causes a chain reaction...
let me get my words intact-with, you, relax-kid...
Measures are drastic, expandin' this zone with roamin' tactics...
Filter your dome with a chrome tonight-quick...
Check the audio out, i blast it, fast-with, non-stop verbal pho-nics...
Dialect so advanced dinosaurs are once alive-kid..
The sources of my horror verses disperses mass amounts of emcee filled hearses...
Donate your organs to support earth's unborn corpses...
Watch how i kick lyrics far beyond where your intellectual world-is...
Dog-tag 'stead of blinged chains, only i could sport-this...
No more worries, all emcees decease rest in pieces...
I increase the need to delete any emcee that won't admit defeat...
Flow indiscreet so when i spit verbal poison is what i release...
There's no wrong way to eat an emcee like eatin' a reeses...
My structure is apocalyptic, no possible way you can possibly cease-this...

Verse 3
So come and witness the illness for yourselves...
I rock the bells, send two verbal shot, send you directly to hell...
You not feelin' to well, better be prepared...
I was dared so now im makin' this shit a fuckin' nightmare...
for you emcees who aren't prepared to see me...
Can't you tell you'll never reach my le-vel, of skills or knowledge...
I'll salvage-your-souls and harvest-your-gold...
Your garbage, its told, i was bold since the day i was born...
I'm savage with words, worn all over my mouth, no ones bored...
when i strike with my death tone, Don't test me...
...Cuz you don't know what i am prone, to do or say...
I didn't develop this, it just comes out this way...
In a way, it can't be explained so refrain and dont proclaim...
...you the best in the game, you're insane, if i lash out at you...
...There's no possible way i could be tamed...