Datablend

(Mr. Lif)

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Welcome to the outrageous, contagious

Style from Mr. Lif that amazes

Melts down polar caps with solar raps

When I drop hits, your shoulder snaps

For eight weeks you're doing that sling thing

Cause I was doing my Emperor Ming thing

Merciless, flying winged horses like Perseus

First we just, analyze the man

Small invisible form but grand

Mic removed from the mic stand

Now located in my right hand

Here's my plan, overstand

First I'll unleash my rage on the stage

Off the top of the dome, fuck the written page

Then engage in telekinesis thesis

Which verbally rips your bitch ass squad to pieces

I'm cold, the world freezes

In the ice ages, my mission was to ice sages

In head to head mental combat

Three two one contact

Wheres the motherfuckin combat?

Intellect slashes and leaves gashes

The rhyme smashes

This one in particular with no catches

After several mismatches

The comp had very few chances

The god advances to medieval times

To jig MC's with lances

In present time our eyes met on a few glances

And threw niggas into deep trances

Blew up R&B and Jojo's dancer

Santa and motherfuckin Prancer

In victory my flow found the answer to cancer

And freed niggas from projects, Trenchtown to Atlanta

Talking of being fatter is senseless data

And useless chatter

That leads to another well-done rapper served on a platter

On, Jeffrey Dahmer Day, my favorite holiday

Served lukewarm with sauce, yeah hollendaise

(Speaking)

Hold up now, easy, easy, easy.You know they're not ready for that.

Scratched sample:"Come again?"

Suppose, this was a whole different time

Suppose, this was a whole different rhyme

I would come out on some real ill shit

Snatch the microphone and then start to kill shit

I'm ill wit

This whole rap format

Rippin niggas up at they doormat

Get off the stage, I just tore that

I moved the ?[sword]? at

Your jugular vein I'll gnaw dat

Police showed up and asked where the god at

What they discovered:

Enters the Colossus tape cover

Right next to the fake brother

Now take cover

Cause I'm about to take flight

Bomb dawn and break night

With the type of ill

Shit that you can feel

Just give me the steel

I'll heat up the stage and flesh peel

And bubble, society crumble

Infrastructure puncture

No survivors, sharp rhymes

Flip and clip the moral fiber

Who's liver, hostile takeover

My maneuver, Hans Guber

Babylon terrorist, nemesis

Vocal apocalypse

A billion degrees of unbearable

Unescapable, revolution

Due to lack of mental evolution

Rugged solution

Kill like industrial pollution

Melt down mines and stagnate the confusion

Step to this main contusion

It's the final conflict and look, Lord

The wicked man's losin'

It's no illusion

I can feel that you're improvin'

You got the data, keep movin'

Scratching samples:

"Data, turn your body into antimatter"

"My data"