[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
(HOV, JNyce the Dark Professor)
My style knocks competitors on their a**es
Ether is as lethal as Allies versus Axis
Crushing adversaries in their ma**es
I'm ma**ive, blasting rap fascists into ashes
The gla** smashes, f**ing your sight up like parallaxes
We drop the hatchet; rap's original track bombers
You're f**ing harmless; predict your d**h like Nostradamus
Leave your carca** in the darkness; this is carnage
I'm a f**ing artist and your ba*tard arse is getting blasted
Don't start this: I got mad sk**s like Liam Neeson
Stepping to Madk**a's like f**ing committing treason
This is the season for receiving a lethal beating
You're a heathen and everyone hates you like Jack Gleeson
The reason HOV's done got a million records sold
Ether on the beat; Egyptian reader of the scrolls
Your whole clique be f**ing busy s**ing glory holes
(Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles)
[Hook: A History of Violence]
We cause carnage; we rap's chambered cartridge
Ether and In2ition hit the underground hardest
The darkest emcees; we slaughter you hoes' team
We force order; falling before us, the whole scene
[Verse 2: In2ition]
Be having no tolerance for these obnoxious haters
With their monstrous, monotonous intolerance. Be hating on us
Through anonymous aliases: they be b**hes. Causing me nervous itches
Twitching and wincing at the thought of these witches causing glitches
In the Matrix. They need to be cut: faceless
Tastelessly have their bodies thrown in places that don't affect my oasis
Cause they're ruining my status. In2ition be letting out
On a mission of a condition of optimal precision
I'm always ready for ignition; I am a rap magician
Don't use my music for renditions or I'll beat you into submission
Move your stomach out of position: you need a regular dietitian
Be as f**ed up as the current coalition. Understand I am
The definition of collision. I have religion but I have addiction
Commit acts that cannot be forgiven. My visions deserve to be in prison
I be going through decomposition, indignation
Exasperation, I need liberation, self-castration, ejaculation
[Hook]
[Verse 3: In2ition & (The Etherealist)]
Made it to the mixtape. I've been out of shape
Did some date-rapes: got 'em on videotape
(Tied up in the basement: no chance to escape)
(They drugged the f** outta some potion like my name Professor Snape)
I've just been chilling: not fulfilling too many k**ings
Now I'm back, wheeling and dealing; revealing my unappealing feelings
(Drilling the unwilling till brains spill to the ceiling)
(It's a thrilling feeling with the f**ing fear I'm instilling)
Keep your eyes open and stay woken cause I be an omen
With a blowgun; ready to stop you in motion
(Splitting rappers in half like a Samurai Shogun)
(And dropping armies at night like my a** was f**ing Trojan)
My distinct instinct is to now down your existing
Use a ballistic missile to extinct your clown style
(Ether is in-sync; In2ition the white saviour)
(HOV: f**ing your b**h with a light saber)
[Hook]