just some shit


[Lithix]
My force causes corpse's to lack blood, and that's life
Lithix spits criptic hyroglific scriptures as solid as black ice
Constantly getting told to work on my fluent flow forever
Heterogeneous vocabulary raises my level making me better
Exploiting the fact that I am clever, just look at this meta
Every time I spit my flow begins to climb steadily
Where ever I am steppin’ levels of illness rises ahead of me
I got multiple rhymes that ain’t suitable in these times
Use wordplay but they say I can have scrabble in each line
My thoughts are drained but I'll still drop some keys,
Maybe I'll bust some caps and start droppin knees
Insert some imagery with a purlieus puncture in hip-hops cycles wheel
Can’t ride no more, with a crooked structure, no destination is revealed
Passageway of enlightenment full of shadows an the exit is sealed
Thoughts of an emcee clouded through elevation to the sky
Audiences apathy confounded but getting’ high of each reply
Rancid raindrops impale the outer crust of my skin
As gun wilding clowns step from the gaping holes within
Crazy leprechauns chase me with corrosive beer
Mickey Mouse wired with explosive pours some in my ear
Half my brain explodes so I know no fear
Start going on my own killing spree massacring anyone near

[Malice]

yo lithix , malice , tha reignin microphone champs/
applyin pressure to mc's skulls with vices and clamps/
on tha stage is where we draw our battle stance/
joust and get knocked off that ego horse with my fuckin lance/
illuminate tha black state of hip-hop like thousand watt lamps/
yo we keep tha terror underground like al qaeda camps/
and drive wooden mics in , hearts of rhyme suckin vampires/
when batteling opponents create oceans of puddles as they pespire/
yet me they still admire , as i aspire , and cast em into hells fire/
lodgic tha sire , entaglin kids in bars of barbwire/
FLA executing tha liars , and piss on their funeral pyres/
Mystek aka Anomaly tha studio booth raider /
controling dark lyrical force , TSP darth vader/
cater , wit pen , pad , and lightsabers /
sit these catz down and serve em/
like fuckin resturant waiters/
sharpened skill of tongue stabs/
draining mortal fluid like garden hoses/
smashin endless rows of heads/
spraying brain matter out they noses/
kickin morbid literature , evil text like edgar allan poes/
fuck your mainstream , tha droppin of you 'bows'/
only gets sweped away by tha tides of my flows/