[Verse - Ilohshix]
Nod your head till it pops off your neck
Its a torture track
Rhymes gets stretched on a torture rack
You won't see your bosses back
After getting tossed and smacked
Its permanent when your frame and the floors intact
The raw syntax of these raps be causing that
You won't grasp the point even with more indexes
Form infectious viruses that'll burst your iris of osiris is
Cyrus like hannah and montana
Your bars of glamour
Disobeyed too many rules grammar
Hard hits like the hammer, cracked your camp up
Till they quit this
These weak kids be babbling sh** with they're thick lips
Tongues are twisted just like the spirals
Forget survival, the arrivals of your rivals is viral
A few rhymes recycled for the nature
Half man half cyborg, rock like the terminator
With bjork, eccentric tunes on the background
When you hear my name you duck, protect your neck now
Before you black out, yeah the darkness orbits
And we war kids be morbid
Talk with a slang, walk with the clan
My rhymes ahead of time and advance
Like japan technologies, eulogies for the fallen
We busy k**er bees smoke trees for the pollen
Swollen and hard rock, got my dick s**ed by medusa
Designed kaleidoscopic rhyme patterns to confuse ya
With psilocybin effects that been infected with fluid extracts
Enzymes produced and given out by lysergic acid
Your logic seeks the exit
But the system of your frame interior rejects it
Causes bad trips, defective
Face of blues, no clues, the detective sherlock
In the scene
Leaving you green like murdoc
I breeze to the tracks emcees you never heard off
I blast my words off
To space, so the whole universe could hear it
Perform an autopsy on your verse before its buried
To examine
The bio pattern inscribed in old latin and roman
Appear as a divine being suited in satin and chrome
Cracking the bone, trapped in the dome
I warned you to leave the fat kid alone
Now you done f**ed up and be crying sh**
Every night wishing you'd die and sh**
By getting high, you'll never touch the sky like flying fish
Young and mad, fine intellect like dexter
I sat down and laugh on my throne like a master, the sensei
Tongue tied the words that your sense says
Uglify your form till they couldn't trace the template
The iloh, heavy rhymes scaled by kilo
Million rhymes rest in my throat ready to reload
And we evoke
[Scratches - The IZA]