Dom Pachino - Only the Strong (Napalm) lyrics

[Intro: NLZ] One, two, one, two, one, two Yeah... it's NLZ, Napalm, only the strong Yeah... check it, uh-huh [NLZ] My train of thought is brute force, and you're forced to man up You're not equivelent, your mathematics don't add up I study life, like beyond the atmosphere, your thought I'm like Obi-Wan, I became one with the force You can't deny it, my aura alone is radiant Magnetic like your being this age, and gradiant Build the richer picture, I catch a buzz like clippers My lava hands lethal without, the pearl gripper I keep it quiet, like the ninja, I'm stealth Camouflage sabotage in the utility belt Like Batman, the episode is dark like opposing MC's fall apart, from, all this emotion Heh, I'm too corosive like battery, kid I spit the acid, foaming out the mouth, dog, I'm rabid Mics I grab it, heated metal in palms Pilot the penmenship, Napalm, only the strong, yo I spit darts dipped in Five Deadly Venom Penetrate your flesh, like threat's diss to did 'em It gets busy in the studio loan I got a thirst you couldn't satisfy, ready to flow In and out of the contour, of the music note The measures, thought the turbulence, wind starts to blow Run for your feathers, flock with big birds like Moses NLZ drop the logic like understanding culture The hollow shell of the human, emotions lost Cause spitting like ice wind and temperature falls My crime, it was writen, listen to the alphabetic diction Paragraphs chizzled in your skull, the inscription Bred lifestock like your red light intention You entered, the realm of a horrid position Most of these, at-water rappers take notice Heavy hands can't do nothing against the White Lotus Fall back, I bring it like heat from the sun I keep a stone laced in court, get acquited for gun Never snitch, be on the run, out of state, out of line Till I'm knowing this kid, from Freedom, drop a dime The savage grind, I hold my own and add on You know my Team Napalm, kid, only the strong Live long and prosper, P fortified the roster Full court press and God murder the imposters