​iCON the Mic King - Epiphany lyrics

[Intro] ICon The Mic King (the epiphany) Diabolic (the epiphany) Taboo (the epihnany) Manifest [Verse 1 (iCon The Mic King)] In an instance, watch your life race before your eyes A serial murder's verbalist, rapin' the baseline My mind's a cancer effect, yours is a tumor that's renin Not effective unless in a delusionary state of mind Hallucinogenic or a h**n-induced high Times are pathetic, emcees battle (lose), and blame it on they high I'm zanier, [?] until my cranium bust My notebook is equipped with a titanium crust Complainin' too much results in brains being mangled and such I angrily lunge and leave your body covered in angel dust Containment's a must and you f*ggots get an*lly f**ed I'm an alien, but, that's what life in entertainment does Started with big-dog crimes, perfect storms outshine f** a [?] out your mouth time My verses are [?] You rather have me snatchin' purses on the street? My [?] purses for ransom, then blackmail I inhale 'til my trachea begins to feel like nails Cut off the royal figurehead, so I can exhale Fly through the galaxy at lightspeed on a [?] [?] to battle me, my casualties are jail [?] Incarcerate n***as whose bars are great, and rhyme hard Times is hard, my whole squad has defined yours [Verse 2 (Taboo)] You stand as my opposition, you must be out your brain You a wasted thought, should've been busted down a shower drain I could k** it, if raps were an accordion You couldn't k** it if you brought your [?] You should admit your flaws, son you wish you raw That's why I throw lines for you to bite like fishin' rods Double negativity, sees through your vague image Via craved mimic [?] followed by a plague of misery I pity the fool that rhyme pitiful Your contacts has no depth like kiddie pools All your threats are miniscule and subject to ridicule That sight from the bottom of the barrel must be a sh**ty view Could give a f** if your camp's paid I was crafted of divine design to block your shiner gla** shades Oh, you hold gats, so your men must be illin', right You about as ill as a shot of penicillin Heard your forte, it's comin' soft like sorbet I'mma destroy you and that fake emcee that you portray Gimme a better reason I should pity ya [?] four knuckles is my insignia It's startlin', you fall for the tricks of marketin' You roll with harlequins who speak the jargon of charlatans My cosmic concepts be marvelin' Soon it will all be over, f** 'em with this exposure as a cardinal sin I survive torture in a war [?] The grand explorer, [?] of pandora You wouldn't be fly in that [?] my kind Supposed road blocks get rowed through like stop signs [Hook] I'm the walking rap-to-mic to whom you sacrafice I am, the epiphany The energy, entity [?] injuring enemies I am, the epiphany [?] [?] I am, the epiphany, the epiphany, the epiphany [Verse 3 (Diabolic)] Yo, for stress release, I go in my record's reach, west to east Take a leak on your block, piss holy water, and bless the streets Your best is weak, dissing me on the Internet, discreet I'll find your name in the mainframe of existence and press delete Diabolic, every metaphor I ever said is raw Stay actin' foul, won't crack a smile unless it's yours I bet it's fun to pop sh** about [?], guns and Glock clips Until I make your car go [?], and run your pockets Broken profit, [?]'s bent Heaven sent with [?] event Dissect your best attempt to set the precedent Disregard those at our shows by the car holds 'Cause my plan's complete when I brand the beast with a barcode [?] into your [?], play charades And sustain a rain of razor blades on your gay parade These days, I think my life's strictly to smoke 550's Top of the world, so if I fall, I'm takin' the sky with me [Verse 4 (Manifest)] I run against forces, impervious since design I can move the path [?], fast forward and rewind I don't speak English, I sound off in an alien language Telepathically translated, you get it straight through [?] You layman, I'm definin' the scientist By spellin' my pseudonym in the planet's alignment ship I'm [?] this, human born, you've been warned By the rhyme I wrote for [?] while teachin' them cuneiform My lyrics is on [?], my [?] is on your lyrics Fear this, testament of experts That hits hard in the head and makes the verse drop in your excrements A man with a fowl mouth and an act that is down south Pimpin' his style out in the wintertime Diminishin' limits defined the minute I finish the rhyme Exhibiting sickness inside, cats are scared as hell I spit with gymness fit, and no bars are parallel My service is removin' cervixes for [?] Only sound you just make is pissin' in a lake from nervousness I [?] swallow fuels, right through some hollow tunes And burn you so black, your shadow won't even follow you [Hook]