Illusory Protection

When I request my flashing sword And my hand take hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon my enemies And I will repay those that hazed me When you got bass all in your face Sub woofers pumpin' all throughout the place A fake rap nigga tryna plead his case It's about to be a catastrophe And if you got beehives right before your eyes About to start shit that'll attract the flies And then you hear lies followed by some cries It's about to be a catastrophe Half of these rap lyrics ain't thoughts prevoked Just alotta beef 'til they get caught in smoke But the problem is never cured, on top of that Most of them be swingin' wild and then drop the bat Many curious spectators watch the human drama This rap cat was all in the street without his armor A homicidal attempt that had failed He flew off the roof, on the fence, got impaled He talked a good one but it was make believe Much too low for the human ear to perceive He confused science fiction with science facts He couldn't separate the block from the recorded tracks Need a rhyme or the tactic, gotta work your magic Detailed and graphic but the outcome is tragic Something built to a complex network With a panoramic vision designed by experts I be the ice breaker for you unskilled skaters I increase the heat significantly, just on paper When you got bass all in your face Sub woofers pumpin' all throughout the place A fake rap nigga tryna plead his case It's about to be a catastrophe And if you got beehives right before your eyes About to start shit that'll attract the flies And then you hear lies followed by some cries It's about to be a catastrophe No matter what, I'm throwin' an iller dart I can lay a verse that'll soften a killer's heart As fire as a five alarm blaze that's too hot to be holding You feel the heat once the flame pumps lace your clothing What some talk about had little or no bearing Could the next be some real shit that's far from comparing Materialistic M.C.'s come off boring Meanwhile, I be sketching up, deposit drawings Through the years, a countless number of victories Changing the era we swarm unpredictably A rhyme book is not difficult to manage I leave a mic in a bandage from catastrophic damage Rap niggaz on a trip, gotta steal your sandwich So I creeped, division reports was left on canvas I made it through the worst extremes of cold weather Scuffed up but remained durable as old leather But I hold the pen, you feel the whiff of Polo wind Something like Jesus, when he civilize older men The math that shed light all across the borders If our wisdom was the vast expands of fresh waters When you got bass all in your face Sub woofers pumpin' all throughout the place A fake rap nigga tryna plead his case It's about to be a catastrophe And if you got beehives right before your eyes About to start shit that'll attract the flies And then you hear lies followed by some cries It's about to be a catastrophe We call it a sword style because we are lyrical assassins And we aware that the tongue is symbolic to the sword The lyrical assassins, the lyrical assassins, a sword style The procedure is, check with the knight Move the knight away to deliver a discovered check from the queen Then sacrifice the queen to force the rook next to the king Then mate with the knight