(Spoken Word by Vinnie Paz):
Now we're bout' to start it
[Verse 1: Tyler Pheonix]
I disfigure ligaments when my vocals meet the beats presence
The definition of reckon you couldn't fix us with cosmetics
I'll shred it, Gods settings are heavy
With nuclear warheads in my vocabulary already
To step into the ring with enlarged enemies
Endlessly I am entering the vicinity of the p**y Kings
Who sit around stating that they all never dream
I snatch it off their f**ing skull and beat their children til' they bleed
b**h please...!
Now who the hell you think you're stepping to, The Chosen One
I poisoned Aros' son, spreading darkness through my uppercuts
The ones I love are crying because their own blood has become Devilish
My lyrics crusty like a con-artist, what the f**?
Look at our culture it's over-run by soggy muffs
Turtle doves, soft and fluffy pillows spitting weak like Jigglypuff
I've had enough of all these whack rappers here seriously
Immediately, I step into the battlefield a hungry beast
STC, and I want to shoutout to MvH, baby!
[Chorus] (x2)
The son of a beast, a motherf**ing beast on the mic, explicit
Kids to talk sh**, and you gonna' get touched
Fact is I got this rap sh**, rap logic
I needed something to rhyme with and ain't that for real?
[Verse 2: IWrekm]
Son of the morning star, I inherit mind and spirit
d**h can be contagious to anyone who stands near it
So clear it, I drop a Nuclear Bomb and show you my true-est form
You gonna' fear it
The New Testament predict my second coming as a sequel
Lord helplessly watches me reign over his people
God is said to be perfect, but if it were true
He wouldn't have created I, his equal
So elevate on fire, it's the Phoenix
Putting emphasis into my writing to Olde English
Oh, you wanna' roll with the Gods I diminish?
Ares, just swear on my name, leave you finished
I give n***as the business
Invest my money into gun research, Metaphysics
k**ing for the love of the sport: Gladiator
Bullets fly over your head: Aviator
When the sound off, who gonna' clash with the Titans?
Nobody. I'm not a beast, I'm DA BEAST, consciously writing
[Chorus] (x2)
The son of a beast, a motherf**ing beast on the mic, explicit
Kids to talk sh**, and you gonna' get touched
Fact is I got this rap sh**, rap logic
I needed something to rhyme with and ain't that for real?
[Verse 3: BarzILLA]
Yo, Phoenix, talk to em!
Let's talk, bring that wall to em!
Push it, put that wall through him
Fists, I put his jaw through em'
Let it ring, put the call to em'
If so, wanna' fight, ACK?
Options went like a Light-Box
Put you in the Light-Rack
You sign squares, I might stop
That Red Box, a white fox
White Box, my condolences
The flow is smooth like lotion is
I supply high dosages
Notice this, the moment is...
You used to steal like stolen sh**
It's a wrap, I'm rolling, b**h!
Smash Mouth whole!
Hardbody sh**, let's go!
[Chorus] (x2)
The son of a beast, a motherf**ing beast on the mic, explicit
Kids to talk sh**, and you gonna' get touched
Fact is I got this rap sh**, rap logic
I needed something to rhyme with and ain't that for real?