Enter Febz

Feeling the satisfaction in the aftermath of annihilating these stanzas is prohesized no Matter what my hand is Dealer of the damage, weaponized flows you manned it Unrelenting's the motherfucking standard From both sides Left right whenever panned it Top tier shots I'm always candid Dynamic when I ram it Put the flow in the fire and then I fan it The delivery's manic and I motherfucking gran it Motherfucking gran it Never been one to follow the patterns I roam like a wraith in my own lane Pumping iron in cold veins My domain requires a certain ink and only my pen's on the whole pag Propane is what I'm releasing everytime that I'm speaking, heating everything in close Range You better apply caution when close to it Mike Tyson in '88 Fuck a defense I'll put my whole fist through it Leave your whole shift ruined Moving just too fluid Breaking the back and the spirit of Mc's I'm the Bane of this rap movement Nobody cares who I am till my plan blows the field where you stand Then we'll see when it matters the most When your Instagram followers can't be used in a boast When there isn't a trend to change agendas again When you're just another nai with the plagiarist pen UH So fuck asking I'm coming through scornful when I'm barging Left bar to the body leave blood clotting Do really think I'll alter my stance just to try and be melodic I'd rather have all your heads nodding Can never allow my energy to get dispondant I'm too ardent I mean what I say Say what I mean At the end of the day I won't have it another fucking way No straps on the hands I'm punching till my knuckles are bleeding Scars over the knuckles I can't deny that I love feeling Appetite for destruction Gluttonous when I start feeding Playing with my own tools their rules I'm never heeding Motherfuck a limit I'm always exceeding User friendly, I've never been Too deadly, I have the means The stance is permanent, words flowing but always rhyme bound So never out of line like Victor Matfield in the line out I'm amplified now, power level is off the charts An aura that was forged in the fog My servitude to the dark has tempered my wrath Ideals mean nothing when power ain't stacked in the stock More often than not, I evaluate my purpose Actuate the assertive, decapitating what's worthless Understand empathy but cruel enough to disperse it Chopping up anything that's stopping me, already ordered the hearse's Motherfucker Ahyt, next song let's go