Heavy Artillery

Usually I'm at the bottom of the sea, dormant

But every now and then I call upon the torment

So I emerge, feel the rays of the sun surge with power

Then prepare to tear and devour

And after that's understood I let my sounds blare like Underwood

After this, lightning and thunder could

Crash in the sky and project down to the terrain

The heat makes blood bubble in your veins

Waves of energy channel through your feet in the form of a beat

Rally back your troops, retreat

Abort mission cause you know can't compete

You're weak, fuck a backup plan, delete

Cause after the mega-charge

I grow mega-large

Increase in size so no one survives

You can't believe what you see before your eyes

Yes, the god Lif has returned to terrorize

Armed forces came out ready to brawl

But at a hundred stories tall niggas look small

This is the part where I stomp on Kong

Rip through the city, crush and romp

The [bus sailed]? at my frame but hit the flesh

My eye beam connects, burns shit up and wrecks

Lyrical Teks, slash necks

Blood splatters all over my specs

Body parts are found in tape decks

So visual you can't watch the scene

If you press stop the gears lock and pop your spleen

Then I start to finish em: metaphor, simile

Mr. Lif has broken out the heavy artillery

(I got artillery

Keep aware

I got artillery

Lyrics are ammo

You ready?

I'm always prepared for warfare

Get ready

Time to drop this real heavy)

Release the crack and then summon the gods

I defeated Zeus and Thor, now they want more

I call on the rains so now let it pour

To soften up the ground so I can bury the gore

Book me for a show son, send me on tour

Where niggas are fair game up in the airplane

I'll battle everybody aisles A through Z on the free

But none of them are fuckin with me

Watch how I maneuver this

Hype rhyme past the stewardess

Without her even noticing

Yes, I found an opening

You lost cause you weren't focusing

Now your dome's hot and smoldering

Open up the hatch so I can drop out the cargo

Cause I'm known to blaze stars just like the argo

These rhymes are going far beyond your belief

I'm like the Golden Child: each and every day I eat a leaf

Gimme the wreath, I'll have a feast

Gain knowledge of self then I plan to conquer the beats

And I'll build back your mental piece by piece

Giving brand new life to the mentally deceased

But after this the situation gets truly hazardous

Torturous, disasterous

Imagine this: experiencing hell right after bliss

In this experiment I'm the catalyst

Welcome to the realms where money is God

And they tamper with your brain 'til you're a spiritual fraud

As you focus on these words and enter the mind state

I slow down your pulse then increase the rhyme rate

Fall into deep psychosis, what's the prognosis?

Osmosis: underwater diffusion

Welcome to the realms of liquid illusion

Where stationary things appear to be movin

Look at your speedometer, how fast are you cruisin?

Thoughts race, images flash, you're gonna crash

But maintain your focus and move with agility

Cause Mr. Lif has broken out the heavy artillery

(I got artillery

Keep aware

I got artillery

Lyrics are ammo

You ready?

I'm always prepared for warfare

Bring a bulletproof vest and get ready)