Mr. Lif - Enters The Colossus Lyrics
"Yo, you listenin'?""Yo no doubt Lif what's the deal what's happenin'?""Yo, basically we just had to break out the heavy artillery on those catsan' hold itdown, you know.""Yeah, true that.""So I'm thinkin' we laid them all to waste so I step outside thinkin'everythings peaceThere's a couple stragglers talkin' 'bout they wanna take me to war.""What, yo son, wha'd you do?"[Mr. Lif]I ran behind some treesGave my lyrical trigger a squeezeFive rappers fell to they kneesI got a rhyme grenadePulled the pin outBlew them men outFirst one and from Lif has been sent outWho the ***** pulled they pin outLook how long the rapper waitedIs incovaporatedHe got slapped and fadedI'm nice with nouns, pronouns and adverbsIf the crowd can't feel what I sayAdd nerves (?)With no buffasI've had enough ofThis is ridiculousJack them niggaz up like NickalausStick 'em like licoriceIf you can't get hip wit thisHot, stopIt requires thoughtFrom the conciousMy rhymes are missle launchersAimed at those were dishonestAbout the opportunities in the land that they promisedCome to the show if you want thisI blow up the whole crowd and walk away the commentsThe lyricist is fatalColossus (scratches)(?)The rap philosopher (scratches)[Mr. Lif]After thatThe guard remained natural like habitatI go to the studioGrab a datPut it inLet's beginGimme the cue (one two)Package it up and send it overseas and rocksOver mass hustlers and over Gs and spotsSuch as Johannesburg and BelizeI bring apocalypse to earth and shake off the treesAnd if you've ever seen me rhyme, you knowI'll drop a cool flow then flip like KujoAnd list yo' wack ass in the mile fileNiggaz need to go back and watch WildstyleHip hop has arisenMr. Lif is livin'And not dead or in prisonGivin you powerful thoughts to envisionOpen ya mind up and listenI'm on a missionListen gentlemenThe lyricist is fatalStand like colossusFatalColossusFatal (scratches)[Mr. Lif]So let the shallow MCs wonder where the park is land atWhile I'm telling Indians to take they land backYo plan thatCoup D'etat I'll be Rex like RawheadLeavin' more dead wit my warheadIf you're seemed level here's more redLooting battle quotes in my catapultsLet's see if these if these fly money having nigga's data floatsWhen I splatta moatsIf you think you got fatter troups I got battle groupsWho've been down by parachutesSend yo DJ back to find fatter loopsOopsThose ain't the right onesYa sike sonYa might runBut your whole squad'll get quite doneWhether it's nightime or under bright sunThe fight runs for 2 yearsThat's 24 months104 weeks and 65 bluntsDailyYou can ***** with Mr. Lif, oh really?Your label's paralyzedYour camera maker see baileyAnd he fear meHe see me lose my calmDo them niggaz mega-harmMega-bombI'm mega strongRoll my troops to MegatronWhat you wanna broke yo leg or armA mega armWith mega rhymesShort circuit your brains to Sega-luzz(...................mmmhm!)
