Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
1 - Professor Penmanship:
During the years before the golden flow
I lacked the confidence to rock a pro show
Put me on the spot and i would p p p p panic
I'd grow frustrated and act f f f frantic
But now I'm mellow eat emcees like jello(w)
The odd fellow got you scared to say hello
So cut the jingles, never go pop like Pringles
Only super fantastic grammatic addict singles
Peep the gist though, the mind of a schizo
2 brains, 1 skull a million sick flows
The lethal lyricist my writing's the wickedest
Pencil tip packs the poison twice that of any jellyfish
Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
Are u ready for the Cobra?
Hell yeah
2- Cobra Commander
The game ain't what it used to be
So I'm metaphorically mutilating emcees musically
Mash and mangle your mandible making your poetry a mockery ain't nobody stopping me
I'm a robot with no heart
Rhythmically butcher then recycle a rapper's body parts
My telescopical optical's dropping you with a glare I got Medusa scared to stare
Lyrically murder thee if you try to mimic me I can turn a cypher into a shark feeding frenzy
The reptilian ripping your faculty rapidly causing physical damage to your anatomy tragically
3 - Professor Penmanship:
Torn between 2 realms my mind's divided
I step in cyphers and word clash uninvited
Raindance in meteor showers
Your rhymes are no match for my super solar syllable powers
Break rappers down like long division
Turn invisible when I bend light like a prism
It gets worse
My toxins make an engineer sterilize the mic device after each verse
4 - Cobra Commander:
I maintain when I bring the pain
My styles insane detonate a brain like propane
On track like a bullet train
Your recitals are lame I spit flames t your physical frame
Verbally murder you with a mere thought
Cut your life short disconnect your life support
It's a fact in a any studio booth I shatter
After I rhyme the biggest celebrity won't matter
ACAPELLA
Look up in the sky, it´s a bird it´s a plane
It´s a monumental frame, verbally bringing the pain
Enemies tremblin´ shakin´and shiverin´
Running from the venomous veteran
Rockin´that murderous melanin´!