Icon (of Brooklyn Academy) - Connect 4 lyrics

[Verse 1: I-See-On] Ayyo, tropic reefer, Bloody Mary leaking margarita Sangre fría, cold-blooded, verbal santería Fallen horsemen, metamorphous to the form of porcelain Guard your eyes—no man can stand to my corpse's cough Speed of cobras, the fragrance of Satan's and demons' [orders?] [Must receive?] Jehovah and others the eyes of the evil ogres Sacred scripts solidified inside my data chip Half-man, half-water, walking the corridors of Satan's pit I'm more than deep—I smoke the weed up out the coral reef Vocals that slaughter beats, my raps contain the rawest meat The holy prophet, the omen that rose through a fallen comet Casted caskets to the corridors to punch his palate Red desert bird keep the sky lit Ocean violet, seven-headed, wild hybrid [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] We'll break you with [word raps?] Collapse, fall flat like a drug relapse Hurt, crack your kneecaps Catch a flashback: back, twerp, track your steps on your backslaps S-slap, take a nap. Want to scrap? We could scrap—catch a fist like a cl-clap [?] attack, deep impact to be as exact Bring it back. For a lack, I gots to relax Protect our flow like prophylact Tough, smoke a fast act (With a cat), so snatch that Take two: p-pa** that. That Brooklyn Ac' cat Underground where the riots at [Verse 3: Block McCloud] Yo, this is business—you get your feelings tossed and millis crossing Filling ditches, riches get us fixed, we're k**ing snitches Will's to riches, fortuneteller. Hell, he's clocking dough like Rockefeller McCloud, I rock the flow Blockapella You put in your mouth—I'm Blockinyele when I bust mine You find it hot in your belly. Who shot ya? Machiavelli I hold stock in every endeavor to give me leverage The cleverest never missed, devilish but cool like a beverage Ace the test, faced the best and made a message Raise your essence, spray their flesh [and lay some lessons?] Made examples of, Will lay the samples loved Women, I damped their rug. Thugs, I amp ‘em up To champ above all. Still on the rise, I don't compromise I conquer, bomb from skies, swamp you, stomp your lies Beyond your wildest dreams, my styles is clean Like a jagged edge, a dagger wedged in a violent scene Your mouth the shape of a silent scream, body unidentifiable When my temper rise, I'm liable to end your lives Sea-temperature dives, lending eyes to the blind The words I emphasize create a enterprise [Verse 4: Pumpkinhead] I hold no grudge, show no love Feel a cold slug travel through your flow's mug. My cold blood oppose thugs Pose with eyes closed and hold blunts Kick your stomach ‘til you blow chunks. We ‘bout to blow up Heavy velocity, philosophy with the ferocity of a lion tearing apart your body seems A nightmare that makes your mommy scream In a dark corner, on a rocking chair, got some cats to cream, I see things like Yo, fiends fight for hits to the pipe, gripping the knife A victim of Christ sipping on ice, smothered in vodka, living the life Jigging your wife from a position that's tight Light trees, give me the sight like a pigeon in flight Yo, yo, I don't play games in this rap sh** Rip-a-track sh**, clip the plastic, spit at you, burn fabrics Hold steel like blacksmiths, rock a Ablerex bulletproof jacket through the racket Talking with the Brooklyn Ac', b**h