Illogic - Perfect Storm lyrics

[Verse 1: ?] I walk around your car with a knife, screaming “What is life?” The first nig I see tonight might actually catch a slice I strike criminally equal and k** four people Y'all was craving for a sequel, see and you screamed too At the preview peeping the iller damers fleeting review Review the chapter of a mental warfare of sorts Push you off the course, riding the Tour de Force Come back compact and attack these active rappers Under the trap door, now I'm the one the cops is looking for Just walked out of the gun store Wearing the mask, the money bag, and had it full with metaphors [Hook: Illogic] Now what was that? Huh? What, what was you saying? My, my, my crew's the what? My crew's the sh** Your crew throwing fits You ain't doing what, what? You ain't doing sh** Yo, now what was that? What, what was you saying? Yo, yo, your crew's the what? Your crew ain't sh** You ain't f**in' wit it You ain't doin' sh** Shh, now watch out Hold up hold up [Verse 2: Eclipse] I'm here to make a deposit inside of the minds logic Your third optic should have peeped it from the drop kid I'm toxic; my lyricals is full of hazardous materials While you acquired yours from a box of cereal The only rap critic who call dope n***as pitiful Introducing three MF's is something better to listen to They get pissed, call they crews startin' an incident We fist fight and they leave with hyper-extended ligaments Venomous rhymes diminish kids with infinite hits Finishing with no incentive of winning sh** My scriptures artificially intelligent It's them who choose to end your crews, I'm just tryin' to represent By now it's evident that we ain't hesitant to rush your residence co*kin' the verbal Glock, callin' shots at this I rock with evidence, a last battles on my mandible Got animals scarred to eat me; they'd rather turn cannibal It's natural for you to get the capital when you be rapping dude Just don't let the money grapple you And tackle your mental so you start becoming adaptable On to your environments, you know like wack n***as do I'm tongue-lashing crews as the rhyme becomes the Cat of Nine Tails Numerous lines rapidly slap the mind Yo studio time ain't even worth half of mine Hurting clans of guys ‘til emergency standing by The curtain can land and I spit verbals within disguise I'll circle your manic dye and leave burgundy where he lie Surgery can't provide the service you need to survive Eclipse leaving these pussies' cervical cancerfied [Verse 3: ?] You ain't have a verse that could rock a boombox, two Glocks and burst The balls to blow off, just gotta move Earth The truth hurts crews that went from backpacks to purses My broad cap raw whacks and straw cracks the surface Take a crowd above clouds, underground supper Adjust the volume, kept the body in two Word uses bruise kids, observe music Hitting medullas turning it in two-fifths Nah, nah, a new trend to the improved students Audio footage, WE DON'T EVEN USE PENS Bootleg keep movin', to victim, your life's useless I rap like this in prep to try to remember the future Chase who*es with chainsaws – might cause a nuisance Catch you off guard, space war… Make every page for the brains plain raw, straight hard Taste eraser marks, saving the art Praise the lord I wake up to tape record my cray thoughts [Hook] [Verse 4: Illogic] I'm diabolical with it, Illogic'll spit that splits Cruisin' two's in order to load this ark that sparks creation Inhalation of your last breath ‘til you're left with a hollow skeleton As my right hand squeezes your brain with legions of pain Four seasons I reign, perfect storms or word forms Around my neck I rock bones of past challengers – platinum-plated To parallel my s**m cells, I'm so underground the worms' yell Maggots starts mosh pits, when I spit I water seeds to grow Impeding weeds and flows, get off my floors and board your elevators ‘Cause you can't stand the ground I cultivate You know that I bleed sk** And you and your crew just mad ‘cause cats need contacts and third eyes to see ill So get a refill of your canisters as we fill venues and empty banisters To send crews back to they labs searching for pens to grab