Christopher Knox - Sizzle and Scorch lyrics

Sizzle and Scorch: Verse A Pencil craft Simple as that Simple as math Sizzle and Crack Dismissing the cla** Yeah I graduated, I mastered Nations I plastered faces on my Ma**ive Basement Dark turns, Chris is getting Graphic, Where are the matches Mason? Matter fact where is that ba*tard Mason? Last i seen he was actin' racist Putting his actions in motion, but his thoughts weren't the same, just wish he could've learned from Me, and not end up on probation, with no place to turn to….. When life gives you decisions, you ask for the lemon replacement Because life is bitter tastin', wrong decisions will hurt you But f** that, this isn't about Mason, this is about being pushed to the edge like when your gla**es break, or when your past erases, looking back I swear I need to laugh at the fakes, y'all ain't even bringin' half this greatness, I Fascinate while you motherf**ers Procrastinate sh** Slackin' mostly, your raps are like that of traffic cones, rappin' slowly The rap is toasty, matter fact it's Kobe Sizzle and Scorch Burning my enemies like dope, tree Raising the temp… Mr. Degree 903 Mr. Heatmiser on Budweiser just like all my homies I just rhyme, I can't grasp anything but my Trophies Chorus: IN the chorus, the Sizzle portion…. THE hook be lit like torches….. The Instrumental be scorchin' , Sizzle and Scorch, so simple it's torturous…. Rap, is crap, so I made this cliche hit because I got bored and sh** Verse B ………………..damn son, where'd you cop this ….? MaGestic on mic 3 bro Al Pacino on the loose leaf note I'm the don Mecca I'm the fondest motherf**er in the wrong sweater I'm bout to Bill Cosby the rap game, uncalled for? Maybe… maybe I'm a lot better. Soph*more project, The Revenge tape is coming close… Stomach acid is what I use to stomach flows, I spit it raw, you swallow your words like your stuffing quotes, nothing shows, y'all wannabes croak…. “He's choking!!!!”.... Jeeez…. No breathe, No brees, No Saint, No trees, No Brake… Hit the gas… yall sorry motherf**ers gonna finish last, I hit the spin and hopped the coupe into collision gla**, I admit I wasn't anticipating a visit from the wicked mask, d**h said I owed him a soul… I told him no, than I made a break with my ignition tab, I hit the gas …… again and caused the interstate to go into intermission …… I crashed…….. I learned my bridge and burned that lesson, because I jumped out the wreckage, I swung out my weapons, got my tongue out…. I'm going out with a bang like Chiddy… Up the Chimney… pa**ing the Clutch to Jimmy… Up Up and Away, Aubrey in the Sleigh.. We call that sh** a Bentley… They calling me to RIP mics… maGestic on the beat is mandatory to get hype… I'm so done with the rap game…. WWWhhhaaa… BBBBB…..Yeah I'm so done… they don't even wanna see me succeed.... Everybody thinks they Bun B… nobody wants to be... Verse FATAL: Suns out, Guns out…. I'm getting mad stacks for the raps… Cheshire the cat… The Portrayal…. My empire is so fatal, We got this sh** down packed like Vader…… Red Light Sabers… I'm the Sabertooth… you pasty goons are like paper mache to my mold I vaguely presume, You're sweeping up the waste in your womb, I'm giving yall the rage, you consume up all the anger and all the shades of grey just, dissipate as I turn the pages… You realize who wrote the book on my behaviour……… I like to diss the haters and miss-engage a missile with their name on it, and have it visiting their mainlands like celebrities… I'm the main man, the moon man, you're the lame man, you'll never be….. where I lay at… Top Dog, you're a motherf**ing stray cat. maGestic on the mic is like a bum in a maybach, number 1 like a dre track, finna show you cissies my gun and where I like to aim it at… Just statin' fact, hit you motherf**ers with that Damon laugh….. (Uh… huh huh huh) bu*thead impressions, that's the charade clue when I undress my friend lesbians…. Muffin wreck mayhem…. f** everybody, I give a f** less like Michael, ain't talking about Strahan…… Chorus: (as seen above) Verse 3: M to the a to the capital G, to the e-s-t-i-c Flow is gettin' icey MaGestic on the mic is like a stain on a white T… MaGestic on the mic is like your brains on an ice rink Better tell me where Francis is or I'll sprain you're f**ing right knee MaGestic on the mic is like Wade on the Spiked lean You're gonna learn your lesson like Criss Angel, I'll make your Mind Freak