Enters the Colossus

"Yo, you listenin'?"

"Yo no doubt Lif what's the deal what's happenin'?"

"Yo, basically we just had to break out the heavy artillery on those cats

an' hold it

down, you know."

"Yeah, true that."

"So I'm thinkin' we laid them all to waste so I step outside thinkin'

everythings peace

There's a couple stragglers talkin' 'bout they wanna take me to war."

"What, yo son, wha'd you do?"

[Mr. Lif]

I ran behind some trees

Gave my lyrical trigger a squeeze

Five rappers fell to they knees

I got a rhyme grenade

Pulled the pin out

Blew them men out

First one and from Lif has been sent out

Who the fuck pulled they pin out

Look how long the rapper waited

Is incovaporated

He got slapped and faded

I'm nice with nouns, pronouns and adverbs

If the crowd can't feel what I say

Add nerves (?)

With no buffas

I've had enough of

This is ridiculous

Jack them niggaz up like Nickalaus

Stick 'em like licorice

If you can't get hip wit this

Hot, stop

It requires thought

From the concious

My rhymes are missle launchers

Aimed at those were dishonest

About the opportunities in the land that they promised

Come to the show if you want this

I blow up the whole crowd and walk away the comments

The lyricist is fatal

Colossus (scratches)

(?)

The rap philosopher (scratches)

[Mr. Lif]

After that

The guard remained natural like habitat

I go to the studio

Grab a dat

Put it in

Let's begin

Gimme the cue (one two)

Package it up and send it overseas and rocks

Over mass hustlers and over Gs and spots

Such as Johannesburg and Belize

I bring apocalypse to earth and shake off the trees

And if you've ever seen me rhyme, you know

I'll drop a cool flow then flip like Kujo

And list yo' wack ass in the mile file

Niggaz need to go back and watch Wildstyle

Hip hop has arisen

Mr. Lif is livin'

And not dead or in prison

Givin you powerful thoughts to envision

Open ya mind up and listen

I'm on a mission

Listen gentlemen

The lyricist is fatal

Stand like colossus

Fatal

Colossus

Fatal (scratches)

[Mr. Lif]

So let the shallow MCs wonder where the park is land at

While I'm telling Indians to take they land back

Yo plan that

Coup D'etat I'll be Rex like Rawhead

Leavin' more dead wit my warhead

If you're seemed level here's more red

Looting battle quotes in my catapults

Let's see if these if these fly money having nigga's data floats

When I splatta moats

If you think you got fatter troups I got battle groups

Who've been down by parachutes

Send yo DJ back to find fatter loops

Oops

Those ain't the right ones

Ya sike son

Ya might run

But your whole squad'll get quite done

Whether it's nightime or under bright sun

The fight runs for 2 years

That's 24 months

104 weeks and 65 blunts

Daily

You can fuck with Mr. Lif, oh really?

Your label's paralyzed

Your camera maker see bailey

And he fear me

He see me lose my calm

Do them niggaz mega-harm

Mega-bomb

I'm mega strong

Roll my troops to Megatron

What you wanna broke yo leg or arm

A mega arm

With mega rhymes

Short circuit your brains to Sega-luzz

(...................mmmhm!)