Madness in a Cup

[Mr. Lif]

Begin initiation, it's been too many years awaitin

While other niggas fell off I been contemplatin

What's the best to blow up the scene

Murder all the wack and get away clean

Plan one, all the wack got done

State by state, one by one

And peace to my niggas in the ton

Here come plan two, separate they crew

Divide and conquer, because it's evident I'm stronger

than the average man generated by the ganja

Some mc's got 40 ounce hearts and blunt brains

and they frames are supported by a spine of cocaine

But I'm rollin dimes wit ya minds

Sippin ya heart and on time ya spine is

in lines exported to Peru

and I'm about to flip on somethin illa

tippa Heinekin or Miller the blank page filler

Until ya bring the ruck this is just madness in a cup

chorus

(Jeru sample)

superscientifical madness (x2)

[Mr. Lif]

Whether in the studio on the road or on tour

my mic remains raw

verbal, metamorphosis of metaphor

In the cocoon to incubate ascend to higher rates

Never no time to wait TC can kill the rhymes annihilate

My suffixes cause eclipses

Mad elixirs for dime smokin blunt fixers

My flow snatches the earth off its axis

and leave civilazation on galactic paralysis

My analysis is that of an exodus

Synthesis like photo, "Africa" like toto

Ya unto my dojo, the setting is Pluto

Then back to earth to kill niggas wit my judo

Sixteen century foolbro, on horsebacks through your thorax

Relax drink up, this is just madness in a cup

chorus (x2)

[Mr. Lif]

Line by line I combine phrases to braze kids

The rules of my raps form labryinths and mazes

Melting glaciers cuz my rhymes warm globally

broken ozones casualties and microphones

Whites bury tones in my headphones

Whirlwind MC and my flows are now cyclones

Go on blow the earth up in the stars and

I tiptoe the constallations just like Starman

But even as particles I built rhymes by molecules

Black holes all fallin to rebuild ya cells and folicles

My brain cells are jail cells where my thoughts dwell

amongst the smoke of a thousand L's

I'm still increasin peace signs to wrap my piece in

And I'll be keepin tissues for those that's weapin

You win it all to lose it all, riches to the winners

to the losers shells fall all in all

I'm breakin hearts and hidin traces, unitin the races

and gaining mad speed from cop chases

This place is blowin up, this is just madness in a cup

chorus (x2)