Fist - Heiruspecs

First things first we control the outbursts

Lurch like a nurse to your service

The worst is yet to hit wax, there’s too many new cats

That lack the raw ability to work on slip mats

Agility is key, need to know how to flex

Or church, get religion is your next best bet

You kill me with your death threats

The mere possibility of coming with some ill enough shit is worthless

You couldn’t scratch the surface with a grinder

I would’ve never guessed that you would try to be a dope rhymer

Givin' shiners to the toys that think they’re dope

If I wanted mumbling I would rap with the pope

Nope, he didn’t go there at all

I’m decorated like an Easter egg

You get smacked around like a handball

I’m landin' all my shots at the finish

You’ll be like «I don’t want the loss can we call this a

Scrimmage?»

I don’t care about image, I just do me

I see your game plan but I don’t want to live a movie

You know you fucked up?

you’re goin' the wrong way

One day you’ll wake up pimped just like Beyoncé

We all say we want to get paid

But ain’t a whole lot of us that just want to get played

Every single one of us thinks we rip it fat

If I’m Scarface you get the shaft like Craig Mack

You’re wack

(Muad'dib)

Pen touch the brain, lightning strike the rod

Mike barrage

Disjointed, poignant, slightly odd

Off the stairs, where?

Oops, you might get lost

Cross your fingers, boss

T minus 1 to liftoff

Spring, sport the Air Jakalope tactic, snatch the rope

Grappling hook grab, swing past the moat

Platinum magnum welded from melted medallions spoke

«Number 1 with a bullet» the quote, membership revoked

Slow down, openly grope the pronouns

To properly pronounce the whole sound

Open your mouth, don’t mumble, stumble, or punk out

If you don’t need your hair parted, duck the fuck down

Now, you might like to believe that I’m trying to preach

I’m trying to keep my back teeth from laughing at me

The wise ones

They like to size up the speech, hide between tongue and cheek and get

To cackling

If it’s weak

They see it even before it gets to tapping its feet to the beat

Y’all

Early deterrent system, standard feature

We both came here to rock mics

Turn it up if you like this

Don’t stop what we all like

Put your hand up in a tight fist

(Felix)

My major is intensity, my minor is the beat

Any bouncing rhythm and I’ll sweep it off its feet

I’m bound to wreck shop in any hood or barrio

Cause I crush the competition like I’m Super Mario

It goes 1 for the treble and 2 for the bass

Come on y’all, I like the satin and the lace

While battering the place the pace reaches a sprint

I curse like the Osbourne’s while doing my stint

In the summer you tint skin we tint that glass

We keep all cool and roll with the top brass

From top cats to home we keep killin' them ears

You ain’t killed a show yet but you’ve been killin' them years