FenPhoenix - Colosseum lyrics

[Verse 1] In a world full of evil, cold, harsh and shifty Musically speaking, you should have come from the sixties Cause there wouldn't be the temptation to go "WABADABADAH I'M PISSED" And wreck your pipes cause thrash didn't exist I bash kids, I'm gonna rip, will rip, have ripped the fabric Yo space-time, your jeans gonna need a new patch, kid I ratchet up the difficulty so no MC can touch me Disappear with vapor trails, no point in trying to rush me Trust me, test me, I'm quicker than Rebel XD I'm goddamn fast, and I ain't trying to look s**y Look, I wasn't kidding with my Pull No Punches If honesty was a god, I'd be the leader of the cult, kid Sound coming up outta the ground, what? Yeah, I'm making a deal with the devil and making HIM sign to the fine print, WHAT! That's how I do to appear superhuman I teleport, you're still stuck in your car like Gary Numan Mysteriously bringing your doom, be still as you fall When it comes to energy, I'm k**ing them all I am the savior, of a lyric in danger Cause rap is a joke and I'm about to piss-take ya! [Verse 2] I'm the epitome, of a venomous enemy Try to cross me, I've already crossed you out the recipe I never wreckin a beat recklessly And I never hesitate to smack a punk for knocking my creative energy You're insecure, and you're constantly pissed! Your girl's got so much makeup, if you kissed her you'd look like KISS! I got no time to waste with a bigger diss, I got bigger fish For example, political gibberish The minute you mention Bush, you've just dated your rap And that's three minutes of your legacy you ain't gettin' back So ha, shut up, get your battle on I kick you off of the night train to Babylon Then jam this song out the side of the car Until the label wants to sue me for piracy, then it's WAR Cry some more, like never before I drag your sorry a** out, then get to the core Rap is a bore, when it's playing in the back of a store I give a slacker what for, rap with pa**ion galore I don't pose, I'm a metalhead, head to toes You cannot f** with Randy Rhoads [Verse 3] They call me the right-keeper, you're just a bite-sheeper It ain't possible to make your life cheaper If I see any punch-ins, Imma punch 'em out to make it straight Your regular take you couldn't stop from blowing with a paperweight Terminator of those with no merits Claim to control the mic but can't control their own larynxes Flagrant system error, systematic terror In the hearts of several companies with an aristocratic air Oh yes, you know I'm talkin' about you Go ahead, trip over yourselves to try to get me in bed But you'll never succeed, I'll even play you at greed And see who can get the biggest following I don't even need MCs what can't write good english Invented the word "psyche", but you can't even spell that right no more f** fightin' a war, I don't need to, I just direct them to my record and bugger off Cause every MC within the vicinity hits me with accusations of everything Other than being a sh**ty MC So take your IM speak and shove it, you don't love it You're just a chav and that's about the crux of it, BOW!