Chief Xcel - Lyric Fathom lyrics

(Gift Of Gab): Rappers step to me like I'm a doormat Check the format, I pour raps Not your average everyday hardcore act actin' I'm like a mac 10, a uzi and a AK-47 Rollin' with crazy kids like Bebe Mayday mayday, I used to listen to KDAY in my heydays I ride the bus with a dream of one day lampin' inside of a Mercedes Benz with sheepskin interior And two fifteens, and to rip means to get creamed I'm large as a hippopotamus, trip, I gotta dis Sip a bottomless cup of brew and I'm getting raw to this If a rapper tries to step, I rip and slaughter his a** Some sh**, he oughta just swallow his pride and get to following this I'm marvelous like Marvin Haggler in his prime I carve kids like a dagger with my mind I start sh** with rappers who can't rhyme I spark spliffs cuz I don't stagger when I'm high But when I'm drunk I do, punk I do not acknowledge wackness I gotcha grandma doin' backflips and tumbles I rumble in the jungle with Ali and Frasier Call me the savior of hip hop I rip shop and get my propers Come get with this ak, my style is akwards I never mock words, I talk towards the inner city youth Revealing it, the truth I'm feeling that the proof is in the pudding I put men that would end hip hop in my shop and I torture Chorus: Check out my lyric fathom Check it brothers, really, check it out (Gift Of Gab): As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically Apparently n***as wanna sleep still Keep still, I'm packin' the a heap of sk**s I'm rhyming to keep an ill mind, Saddam type sh** Your arm might get snapped like a twig Rap like a nig-gero possessed thorough The astonishing mission, dishing pain Fishing in brains, plain lynching n***as b**hin' So take a ride, I'd abide by my rules Cuz fools I had duels with, I left them in the pool pit, I rule kids I'm a kamikaze bomb, drop a n***a with an arsenal of drama in my rhymes With the tracks and backs and heads is broken to pieces Rapture's phat, ya dead, ya croaked I wrote this piece as just a little dedication To the rappers on the other level Budded out and looking into space, a new frontier And I can probably bet cha that we got anything you want here Cuz punk, we're the crew that make you cheer The two that make you fear and send you back to the rear We're here CHORUS (Gift Of Gab): I flip and I rip sh** I whip and I dip sh** With the lyrical form, I did kick it slick I'm gifted, I'm ripping a nitwit to shreds Get the Feds to arrest me for slaughtering emcees That's right, on my testicles Come get a little array of the sk** supreme Wanna defeat me? My n***a, you should k** the dream The noise, the boys, the count, everybody When I drop fat styles that ain't your simple blahzay blah Lodi Dodi average Joe Simpleton with a average flow Have to go after you jugular Then sh** gets uglier Man I hope you take heed I'm making brain cells bleed an excess amount of hemoglobin I rap, yes I'm out to see you bobbin' ya noggin' I've been gobblin' n***as talkin' sh** like Haagen-Dazs Stompin' 'em, mobbin' with the ill a** sk** as seen On individuals who fiend for the real sh**