7L - Precision lyrics

[Hook] Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Rhyming *scratching* rhyming [Verse 1] Y'all sendin' motherf**as to an early grave Murder men then murder slaves Verbal plays vacant so you herbs behave When I was your age I wasn't that a rave I was bangin' jackin' spades lacin' page after page At that stage, you rookies would've bat at the bat cage With pride up in ya swingin' stance While I was catchin' finger cramps Writin' in a dark room wid swingin' lamps You sing and dance, you won't step you bringin' ramp sh** Ring the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cell Bumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell 7L holds cream like a tortoise's shell Ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cell My thought be malice, shine like aurora borealis Thought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axis I speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigy So you better choose ya weaponry Hook [Verse 2] Yo I spit the words of d**h Curse ya breath, there's no person left Still can mesh burnin' ya flesh so nothing's left Of the missin' elements and artificial intelligence The darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed to Blow ya back in like a rogue a**a**in or komodo dragon Cloak and dagger know no havin' verbal package With the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin' Clones attackin', you need to stick to local rappin' Cause I roll wid chicks lookin' dyke bend it over b**h Wid the dopest lips you could ever kiss Holdin' this is close to this, that'll reconverse on this Which episode a pack of old crazy motorists I change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipse Knock you off like a merc you got it, when it's kicks Women feelin' my tongue, Esoteric spillin' blood k**in' villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a bentley glove Hook [Verse 3] Yo I'm David Blaine raisin' Cain meditate and stay the same Specialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frame Main game flooded daily basis, takin' pages to Israeli paces Verses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chases Alien races wid scaley faces, sayin' damn you laced us Fachist, I blow clouds out the sky Leave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyes I'm the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin' fluid Runnin' through the veins of the Druid Like a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig Covered in red sweat, crab a** rappers guard quicker than Bobafed Or his father Jengo, I might catch 'em like a stitchin' witch f** a pigeon b**h I project vocals to catch rep Like Robotech on attack, the god ock is back [Hook]