Binary Star - Slang Blade lyrics

(Senim Silla) How you feel, What the hell is this sh**? Reaching for the cover, turning up your deck Who's blowing your ca**ette? Color me for suspect Terror's what I am, terrorism's what I rep Rep Hezbollah we don't forgive or forget Strapping dynamite, kamikaze rock the mic Suicide, stage dive, it's gonna be a live night Now just to be accurate, label me immaculate Short fuse like Montagues fuel Capulets Elaborate labyrinth, lavish pimp pattering Rip, rude to ravishing, cabbage scavenging from word babbling, babbling brook and words travelling Like Miles Tattling, I'm kind of partial to battling Haven't you heard, you got beef from a so cattle then Hit the sunset saddling, rap Bronco Riding over tracks, Lone Ranger and Tanto Compose on the console, making it feel better Sunny to ill weather, I'm a all-season pro All-terrain flow, shift five gears with four-by-four On the go in the fast lane without reverse, I can't slow No brakes, push the pedal to the metal The Formula One devil Heating up the treble, I rock like Prudential Most cats is just Pebbles, when you want it live you can't Compromise or settle, check my water level My reservoir pours Great Lakes fifty States And across seashores, the word spreads like pollen from spores Like wisdom from folklores, my fans from tours And those are just metaphores For how I distribute to you and yours Opening doors We bum rush like a drug bust Nickel and dime, now all is mine alumnus, illustrous, wondrous Ominous in my Prime, call me Optimus Senim Transforming slang on the fire maximize Complete fumigation better jet for ventilation Before you suffer from Senim inhalation Air deprivation Playing me for jolly, that's a dead man's folly Or crippled probably On the good ship, get popped for acting lolly By the son of Bobby, bro how you like me now, like pulling a shotty Pistol whip your head, now they throw your boys lobby You'll be callin on the dolly Senim's of the size of the k** with a slang blade Some call it a kaiser Equalizer blows your brains, expose your wiser Now which ba*tard wants some acid Corrosive chemicals casted Spitting venom I mastered Ran with dogs as rabid and rivers as rapid Rapping five we don't tire Do you desire to become cross-fire Blow their gun-for-hire, Blazing Saddle esquire Michigan, Michelin, my dogs will never tire. (Scratch up 'Poison slang')