Brooklyn Academy - Famous Last Words lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor] Step right up, step right up and listen close f** the beef and just let the pot roast Some shorties try to high post, I block 'em out Puff blunts and drink private stocks of stout I gots no doubt, so let the flow out my windpipe I make ya clap, clap ya hands like Twin Hype I keep my stems ripe, puffin' on a peace pipe Quick fast like greased light, I'mma recite Rhymes re-ignite the mic When the beat strikes It get me hype when ya punks try to beat-bite Tight, lyrics that I write is outta sight Like a satellite You can't battle right Grab the mic tight Loose like cellulite I can tell you might be the type to bite Enormous appetite All you rappers bite, unite And form like parasite And swarm like locusts in the night With the focus to bite I take flight and rise the farenheit [Verse 2:] Arms locked in combat Bombs locked on target [All block a march?] while the flows are bombarded Arch rivals stifled by the likes of me and Met' Slice ya face and neck Place the set, collect, pay your debt Place your bet Stakes is hijinks, chase my jet [If crazy heads] don't make 'em pets I'm with the dead Got bu*t-naked snakes and bad fate to take my bread I f**ed mother nature, made a ten-acre spread And ain't break a sweat Flowin' like period on the 28th of Mayhem I make sense that's worth a pennyweight Evacuate, this track'll make you chickenheads ejaculate You can't imagine it My fire make ya flow evaporate Set the date, step to the square I scared the record straight Defecate in ya mouth and house you like Section 8 Near the rate Of these litigates will leave a better taste in your flow So middle aged men, will obliterate [Hook:] I could burn ya, I could learn ya Somthin' by ya, I could earn ya title (Famous Last Words) I could defeat you, beseech you To retreat, delete you (Famous Last Words) Son I blast you, I smash you Point my gat at you, bless You (Famous Last Words) I'm the toughest, brag, and puffin' drags With eight heads in a duffle bag (Famous Last Words) [Verse 3:] MCs scared to be square My style's intimidatin' They mimic me, timidly, simulatin' my symmetry Claim they innovatin' I sin like Satan Breaking they flow with flames DISINTIGRATIN' When they taking it all in vain Main lie generatin' Dollars and followers at the same time They call my name hollerin' in the Hall of Fame I shine like halogen, got it locked with ball and chain Ya'll all remain minute I dilute, ya potency No MC could hold the fate of my future [Verse 4: Mr. Metaphor] One-two, skip to my loo This lyric swerve through I house you like a curfew Curse you I hit you off with a hex I got more tech than Apex That spray necks Yo, f** safe s** You get suplexed up in my two-story duplex Your rhymes is rejects Pulled down like v-necks, yo who next? I take a ?four? I stake me all in they heart I'm way smart, I went to K-Mart And stole a Go Kart Went up the flow chart When the show start, I cause a ruckus With rhymes on like [island?] From Na**au to Suffolks I stuff chicks, I tuck dicks Caught in the mix, It depend The dizzy flow will leave you seasick Yo frequent If I ruled the world my first to free would be Rick Hey yo, my rhymes is mad phat My mic's bulemic, your style's anemic My scenic visions cycle like the one in prisms My rhymes is larger than any tiny micro-organisms Metaphors has risen over the top I kick the ancient bebop Pump like a Reebok See through my eyes Then a peaco*k I leave you as a laughin' stock I'm gattin' flocks of MCs Who plastic Glocks in they rhyme But due time, I reach my true prime Deaf like pantomime As I chant a rhyme, you can't deny My plan to plant your mind inside my pocket The lyric pilot keep ya in the co*kpit I rock sh**, I f**ing box it I'm highly toxic poison I make more noise than a block orchestra I'm stalkin' ya Follow my road I'm forkin' ya To the path, so yo Tell a friend, tell a foe, Tell a ho Tell any fellow I do it right like Danny Aiello I'm coming at you like a helo-copter Chop ya Couldn't hold the mic if I spot ya [Hook]