SHOCK VALUE

Ya still speedin for shunned dreams/
Till breathin contorts and when tha lungs relieve/
I’m like asthma when I twist the spleens/
And smite stamina while exhibitin the keen/
And out here ya may lose ya life/
Cause niggas didn’t think to restrain ya strife/
Rapture emcees with just the check of the mic/
Picture me shiftin necks of black wit the whites/
The tone is gray so the matter is the guise/
Keepin it tight like assholes at penitentiary sites/
And madness underlies the fuss/
Ta get felt like an adrenaline rush/
Push the cerebellum inta ya guts/
And clutch the feelin of impulse/
So ima blaze mics till I catch a buzz/
Or till tha day I burn tha ash off tha tip of tha Dutch/
And my heart is of dragon
Respirin with venomous busts/
Nicotine marks the fashion…
Droppin fire like cigarette butts/ whhaaaaattttttt!!
Just know I’m the kid from 7-1-4 reputed/
With the method of Minotaurs when I’m disputed/
I’m sound with tha attack if ya try ta hush me/
Like car lightas I’m react if ya try ta push me/
Tryin ta fuck wit technique similar to exstasy/
And I’ll stir up ya nerves have ya touched properly/

What the eyes perceive, the mind conceives…
The Truth/
When Theories regulate the inquires of the base
It’s Absolute/
Lets us rock you with tha of shock shshshshshock value/

I’m Diggin in the crates…
To acquire the taste of mass appeal/
Rig the ones who hate…
Who can neva penetrate the energy shield/
Tha shock tactics inflicts the apathetic masses/
Similar to erratic bullets blasted from semi-automatics/
I’m like electrified eels ya trying ta touch the skill/
Brotha ya couldn’t be hard shrill if ya brought Viagra pills/
Ima Vessel of the real…
And I’m never demotin thugs/
These Record deals…
wont have me endorsin guns/
To me Hip-Hop plays the golden gun to stun/
And Mics be the slugs rockin the body numb/
So why pay lump sums to stray from abstinent ways/
When I can burn you out like ya do spliffs on ashtrays/
Cause niggas mince the brain/
With rat poison to cloak the dismay/
Triggas make killas and bullets subjugate/
And Liqua makes a nigga stay in the labyrinth of malaise/
While verbally I Sodomize the pitiful minds/
or those inclined to touch mic devices with the likes of mine/
To shed some light…
All I need is tha stand and spotlight/
One hand grippin the mic…
to rock spots at the height of the night/
And when ya finished, ya finished In the given time limit/
My intention is ta disfigure from waist-line to tendon/
And splendor at how I dismember…
The fruits of ya labor/
By lyrically blendin ya limber…
Like blades at the bottom of blenders/
Remember many presume you are what you eat/
So if I consume the pick of the litter what does that make me/

What the eyes perceive, the mind conceives…
The Truth/
When Theories regulate the inquires of the base
It’s Absolute/
Lets us rock you with tha of shock shshshshshock value/