Far Greater (feat. Esoteric)

[Scratching]

You feelin' Outerspace nigger lick two shots

We lettin' you know

You feelin' Outerspace nigger lick two shots

Bow down to something far - greater

[Crypt the Warchild]

I'm word perfect, write my words in a worse curse

And emerge versus, tear this verse in the first person

Disturbed surgeon operatin' for those hurtin'

It's most certain that shows jerkin' when my flows workin'

Most poetical, watch the game from a gold pedestal

Half man/raging bull when I stand next to you

Me & Plan identical, make it unbearable

The reason that you bleedin', the reason for needin' medical

No need to even threaten you 'cause talk is cheap

I breed my seeds ready to assault the street

Proceed to breathe heavy, get upon this heat

Let my lines accumulate inside a vault for weeks

My flows are sickenin' - I should be washed & bleached

I'm down to get it in you feelin' froggishly

Surround you spitter sins wit' a squad that's deep

The ground I fit 'em in, let the applaudin' teach

[Scratching]

You feelin' Outerspace nigger lick two shots

We lettin' you know

You feelin' Outerspace nigger lick two shots

Bow down to something far - greater

[Planetary]

It's me, the most evil verbalist alive

I'm sicker than one foot in the grave ready to die

My brain move, 'bout the same speed a train move

Disturbed world rap, pain moves you lame crews

Rage of angels, no wings crack halos

Smack devil's on payroll when heaven's gates close

I change clothes before rockin' a stained robe

My names gold, voice platinum my frame glow

My shoebox got Tupac and Pun in it

I rock "Hail Mary" spittin' 'til the nuns get it

I done did it, after twenty five years

Five beers I'm buzzed, you sittin' wit' dry tears

The atmosphere's filled wit' debris & dust

My wordplay is nothing you emcees should trust

Bust back syllable gats blast triumphant

Fuck that, we killin' you cats black we run shit

[Esoteric]

Yeah, you know, it's Esoteric

7L on the fader

[Scratching]

Bow down to something far greater

[Esoteric]

Let me find out these little cats want it wit' Es

I'm at ya mum's rest, stompin' ya chest homie I'm serious

I see cats tryna get their cake up

Make a nickel, and prepare to be a dyme like make-up

The gladiator hit the ring for spars

You wanna rock, bring guitars

I can't watch the news, 'cause when I sneeze yo, I think it's SARS

To the point I can't think no bars, I just break ya balls

To the cats that cling to bars, to the ones in the mirror lip-syncin' Nas

I be shrinkin' stars, once I'm done wit' ya face

You gonna have to find a girl who got a thing for scars

I be liftin' motherfuckers out their mink & cars

Then I lounge in bed, g'ahead count my bread

My Boston accent will pronounce you dead

Flip a rhyme like an ounce, make sure mouths is fed

[Scratching]

Bow down to something far greater [x2]