Clear Soul Forces - Mars On Life lyrics

[Hook: L.A.Z.] Inhale, exhale Heartbeat (what, what?) Trunked up feeling knocking in your speakers Fab Five, Fab Five Raise up your hands Get them higher [Verse 1: L.A.Z.] I knew you n***as wouldn't understand it I took a leap of faith And broke the record once I landed The standards being standards So stand up I flip words, they handstand (stands up) Chiroprac-rapping hip-hop is back-cracking We re-align your spine when we rhyme I been sitting on the outside Looking in the room, was knocking on the door Was there, porter wouldn't let me through That's why I'm locked in this recording booth That holds the keys to my future Like a visit to the oracle Blue vinyl fight to your stereo Fab Five Wolverines is on the radio J.Larose, Chris Web is on the radio Howard King, Ray Jacks on the radio Work no headphones without Beats Writing relief, stress on my mental Like two Aleves, think [Hook] [Verse 2: Noveliss] I'm a living legend With a rhyme fetish Rap with enhanced genetics And bit phonetics The new veteran represent Microphone athletics aesthetics The first of my kind Pete Maravich in his prime, the pistol Another accidental blast again I walk away from an accident dragging like two victims Me and my rapper friends like pathogens Moving through your immune system Abuse rhythm and shed light like two prisms For starters, I'm crushing rapper dons With a Bucky Barnes arm That snaps back I'm Henry Rowengartner A cyborg with some nice form In a ice storm, cold as f** Knock you off your bicycle with an icicle You don't want to get into it A Lin Kuei a**a**in after the cyber-initiative Would you die for your penmanship Picture this, I'm Jason Bourne Disarming rappers in front of a liquor store Putting them in a figure four [Verse 3: E-Fav] Fantastic, f**ing elaborate Prepping to do a backspin Put this verse in a back bend Split the mic like a fraction I'm in a semi-auto cart Skimming through Black's Law Rewind, n***a f** your comment Put a comma, before I get at your momma Member big as a woolly mammoth While penetrating the standard Air of the type of sh** That's engulfing the local area Witnessing this hysteria Hot, my pupils blood shot With puffy eyelids coughing up blood and tonsils That's how I get when I'm hostile So keep the chillest gazpacho I'm Randy as Mister Macho You follow like an apostle One hundred cadavers hollow This funkier than a colopot Making your body rock When the beats bang That makes the pebbles level With the pavement pop Sawed off, pump act Slapping and crack your neck bone Hating we don't condone We're just titan gigantic raps Tapping that bubble on her back Raps