A Second to Wreck It - Epidemic

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All need’s a second to wreck it

My style is exquisite my characteristic spit as a flawless warrior

Phone a story and slaughtered Mingus so call a coroner

Pause I enforce laws my jaws cause horror for

Weak dudes with preschool rhymes and they morals

Fucked up with these street rules, gangsters don’t die

We breathe through younger generation we teach to

Beef and eat through these weak queens like peach fruits

I smoke dudes don’t let that stick up weed mislead you

Tech nine my lyrics get around like the West Nile

But symptoms are better left undefined like the X-Files

With sixteen bars you get exed out

You better yell for help

Cause you’ll be neglecting yourself like a step child

Call it quits want to see what a stone cold artist is with this verse

I bust a thousand E-Pen cartridges I’m hard as shit

And my style is manifested with mad infections

It’s gashes and cash reflections of that and what massive weapons

It cannons the drastic measures the damage of mad deception

And hand them a death certificate listed with bad impressions

I’m intricate far from simple with wisdom and lack of reference

I swing like it’s tennis and wind moved in and I’m mad injected

With flammable gas and with adjectives just to crash and pass it

And leave an unpleasant smell from his gashes

With bad intentions hazard weapons and when I spaz back

You need anesthetic intimidate when I eliminate

Any man can get it

You understand in instant my style is infinite magnificent

Instead a stance of killing I burn like a thousand candle incenses

Surpass a massacre so when I’m bomb and I’m acting senseless

Of having a heart I leave behind bodies and act relentless

I’m so far of my future that even I’m ahead of me

Prevailed the pedigree this the last don of the better breed

To have you on the edge of seats

Now watch what you’re fin to see I am the history in the making

This is the legacy

Shh

Ha

Word

Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' about.

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Yee, yo!

The harder profit’s to harbor knowledge

Finding my entourage ponder atomic concepts

And conquering counterparts

You faggot facade ain’t solid it’s softer than Häggen Daz

Fuck the masonic lodges that practice demonic arts

I’m ninety-nine percent ominous fighting like comets gliding

With ultraviolet light that’s shining brighter than comet stars

Hexagon harming cliques with alarming cause

Is as synonymous as messiah osama islamics and bombing squads

Never will I start dropping garbage I promise y’all

I rather scar your clique 'til you admit my style is raw

Howling at the moon like marauded dogs

Going heart to heart

But you’re a malice with more corners than a omni star

Harnessing a constant consciousness with a thousand consonants

Calmly stopping continents with concepts of hauling cause

Murder hurdled verses and haul them off

With howling nerds of fouling darkness

To the end of earth 'til I’m falling off

Composing and overdosing evoking the potent potion

While roasting these poets boasting

With slopes to my dulls emotion

Exposing my souls emotion with flows like an open ocean

And closing my coldest notion explosion when I spit

Yo I can’t get encoded messages with a quoted emphasis

The exorcist these devils get bent with these horror sentences

I unpack with numb cats with bum raps who dumb act

I’m unmatched this shits automatic static where son’s at

But nothin' less blessing the industry

With an omnipresent symphony molesting cats

And mentally yapping yes?

Tragic death for me the next infantry lacking teks

My tendencies’ll be feeble legacy at its rest

What niggas