Mr. Lif - Datablend Lyrics
(Mr. Lif)CheckCheckCheck it outWelcome to the outrageous, contagiousStyle from Mr. Lif that amazesMelts down polar caps with solar rapsWhen I drop hits, your shoulder snapsFor eight weeks you're doing that sling thingCause I was doing my Emperor Ming thingMerciless, flying winged horses like PerseusFirst we just, analyze the manSmall invisible form but grandMic removed from the mic standNow located in my right handHere's my plan, overstandFirst I'll unleash my rage on the stageOff the top of the dome, ***** the written pageThen engage in telekinesis thesisWhich verbally rips your ***** ass squad to piecesI'm cold, the world freezesIn the ice ages, my mission was to ice sagesIn head to head mental combatThree two one contactWheres the mother*****in combat?Intellect slashes and leaves gashesThe rhyme smashesThis one in particular with no catchesAfter several mismatchesThe comp had very few chancesThe god advances to medieval timesTo jig MC's with lancesIn present time our eyes met on a few glancesAnd threw niggas into deep trancesBlew up R&B and Jojo's dancerSanta and mother*****in PrancerIn victory my flow found the answer to cancerAnd freed niggas from projects, Trenchtown to AtlantaTalking of being fatter is senseless dataAnd useless chatterThat leads to another well-done rapper served on a platterOn, Jeffrey Dahmer Day, my favorite holidayServed lukewarm with sauce, yeah hollendaise(Speaking)Hold up now, easy, easy, easy.You know they're not ready for that.Scratched sample:"Come again?"Suppose, this was a whole different timeSuppose, this was a whole different rhymeI would come out on some real ill shitSnatch the microphone and then start to kill shitI'm ill witThis whole rap formatRippin niggas up at they doormatGet off the stage, I just tore thatI moved the ?[sword]? atYour jugular vein I'll gnaw datPolice showed up and asked where the god atWhat they discovered:Enters the Colossus tape coverRight next to the fake brotherNow take coverCause I'm about to take flightBomb dawn and break nightWith the type of illShit that you can feelJust give me the steelI'll heat up the stage and flesh peelAnd bubble, society crumbleInfrastructure punctureNo survivors, sharp rhymesFlip and clip the moral fiberWho's liver, hostile takeoverMy maneuver, Hans GuberBabylon terrorist, nemesisVocal apocalypseA billion degrees of unbearableUnescapable, revolutionDue to lack of mental evolutionRugged solutionKill like industrial pollutionMelt down mines and stagnate the confusionStep to this main contusionIt's the final conflict and look, LordThe wicked man's losin'It's no illusionI can feel that you're improvin'You got the data, keep movin'Scratching samples:"Data, turn your body into antimatter""My data"
