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Another rap to camera in the same vein as Sick As Fornication & Rubicon Flow, this one titled 'Alien Sex'.
Instrumental: • Old School Hip-Hop / Rap Instrumental {Sam...
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
It's the sickest force-in-the-game,
Psychopathic, warped-in-the-brain,
Don't belong on this planet, shouldn't walk-the-terrain,
Since a younger I was awkward-and-strange,
My thoughts-are-deranged,
Trying to conform and be normal's just torturous-pain,
Either I'm a fucking alien's abortion-that-came,
Down from the sky, landed on Earth, morphed-and-attained,
Human attributes, or my Dad's corpse-was-a-plain,
Lie to hide an abduction my mum was forced-to-retain,
We aint the same-breed,
Motherfucker you could train-three,
Million years in a row and you still wouldn't be in the same league,
I regularly boost my brain-speed,
Chewing a mains-lead,
Til my temple vains-bleed!
Stunning the hardest rap-fanatics,
With my rhyming acrobatics,
Make the sickest emcee need to rethink his rap-schematics,
A Syko who acts-erratic,
Spitting vats-of-acid,
Play my albums back-to-back-it's,
Like a legend just stepped in the room and spat-the-classics...
Hook 1:
I'm hot as subterranean-depths,
If you aint feeling me you need your fucking craniums-checked,
Feeling like Iorn Man, rolling with titanium-pecs,
Untouchable, bitch I'm the product of alien-sex!
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Verse 2:
Cold-as-ice,
When I hold-the-mics,
Every piece of gold-I-Write's,
As lethal as 10 King Cobra-bites,
A poltergeist,
When the flow-recites,
Can't touch this, you'd have better luck cutting diamonds with dolomites,
I'll go-for-nights,
Writing so-precise,
Like when surgeons go-to-slice,
Making these other rappers look overpriced,
Couldn't even be my prototypes,
I'll merc off the entire industry with a keyboard as my sole-device,
This is magical-shit,
Got the flow to make your girl touch her vaginal-lips!
Make a paraplegic start bussing radical-flips!
And make the sourest haters act like fanatical-chicks!
Guess it's the nature-of-the-beast,
Got the flavour-of-elites,
And I don't need, no one to cater-for-the-beats,
Couldn't give a fuck if majors-wanna-reach,
Long as I'm paying rent and still got paper-for-the-beach,
Some of you make me crease,
Bragging on tracks you have-in-the-charts,
Then only ever last,
As long as an average-fart!
From the start,
I was spitting with a mavericks-heart,
If it aint pushing boundaries it's not an adequate-task,
That's why my shit's the cream-of-the-crop,
Hear the passion in my bars when I'm reeling-them-off,
This is Hip-Hop,
Aint tryna be dealing-in-pop,
And when I'm not, breathing is when the scheming-will-stop...
Hook 2:
I'm lethal as radium-gets,
Talking like your fucking sick but I aint vaguely-impressed,
Hating cause I've got the bars to make your lady-undress,
Untouchable, bitch I'm the product of alien-sex!
x2