Antipop Consortium - Tilt lyrics

tilt your frame ain't built for this angle lateral battle moves, we strike on command with this mic in hand we ignite like c4 and see through your paper this schemes [high priest] it's about to get more ugly than the faces of broken homes with no china, bitter reminder, finder figuratively speaking i'm like flex index on the next tunnel banger unbending a hanger to strangle or stab men in the abdomen grab my head to stop the shakes bake crates and take tapes to create new webs but for the love of the mic there is nothing that's what a rapper thinks what happened to being pa**ionate about life your spider scence is tingling fingering new singles to select hi, i electrify microbes incite crowds like a knife tossed off the top of the twin towers wonder twin powers deactivate decapitate these apes and finally make them understand tilt your frame ain't built for this angle lateral battle moves, we strike on command with this mic in hand we ignite like c4 and see through your paper this schemes [beans] stupendous shuffleboard shifting indescribable like inkblot never the frail perils provokes popular plague perish poverty jet set empty bottle figurine bodies built for speed bulimic cheerleader night ladies who resemble underweight premature crack babies circle like sharks undressed in the surf for cheap thrills but any upper cla** numbskull like coke on the head of your co*k shoot the horse to make glue, send you on the road to glory kick crash cast feet are dead, banished with bandwidth banging heads mc's on empty embrace my warm reception like blowing the nose with sandpaper any time after now my always tight as a tube top ignition remains stable like staples as sheets to the bed father of your abortion no need for memories with a dictators generocity diction of velocity chokes the respirator [m. sayyid] next sh** slaps and spit out cats into the ring off the canvas into the press with the cameras work it out like seventeen hammers sayyid last seen with skeletons on scanners room sixteen, the tropicana where the lovin is good and my focus is dopest so boast this concussion and comatoses better be ready to battle before i ghost kids overdosage of volts, quote quote my sh** splashed liquied nasty like a cyst out of the wrist unquote, dope like a belt, vein, and a fist slip your disk, break your back and put it back back to the shack in the back of the back of the back where i laugh with a hat open a latch, spark a match, and walk onto the track marlboro red you change myself into chuch scarborough and walk out of the bedroom unwebbable bisymmetric centrifugal nonshiftable mineral pivotable wild east nile, up close into your nose hole i roll lop-sided in a vial, slide into the disease file with piles of styles in crates smash your face into the shape of new york state tilt your frame ain't built for this angle lateral battle moves, we strike on command with this mic in hand we ignite like c4 and see through your paper this schemes