Carnage - CARNAGE VS HAVOC lyrics

[Carnage - Round 1] I'm going to show u how to go a full round without writtens, I'm going to show you how you first start off by breaking down a n***as's confidence You say f** Carnage, nah n***a f** you He's probably going to talk about how my n***as are disabled, no legs to stand on, forgetting that they never allow themselves to be made victims b**h my n***as never get bullied into silence, I dare you to say anything about CAOS or Brian They'll be a breakout, & I'm not talking no stock picks I'll turn into Fedor Emelianenko, & have this Denzel b**h hogtied, have his head cracked Peele a wig of a n***a for talking Smack & trying to be on Scrambles I'll have him in submission moves, that will get all his Soo-Woo b**hes jumped & his friends back home slapped U've probably been robbed too many times, u should change ur name to f*ggot Or he might be smart & talk about how I run different holding companies How I manage artists & filmmakers & ship them overseas How I clinch deals worldwide for all to see How I have plethora of fine freaks or how I don't sleep But I need you to answer one question though bruh, how the f** do u get the name Washington, when [U]'ve never been over [S]ea[S] I mean really? u say sh** like "I stay a step ahead call me grandma's walking stick" b**h what the f** are u thinking? we are not on the same mission Denzel wouldn't be a street thug, a vigilante if they cast him in the d**h wish Me? I stay steps ahead of the Matrix, gifted with numbers, I breakdown calculations Lead before u follow, don't follow this speculation, f** this speculation, I do my own valuations What I'm about to do to u, it's called freedom from mental slavery Watch this: Denzel...u wouldn't beat me, if u were Solange U wouldn't beat me, if u locked urself up in ur room with an MPC & a pen for 12 months Hell...u wouldn't beat me if we raced our way into ur girl's c*nt Speaking of ur girl, she's been sending me pictures of her twat Man what a s*ut, tell that b**h to stop There are two different men in the world, those who speak in b**h language & warriors, that's what women want I manage my women like I do my companies, a polyamorist must If she hits up Big Daddy one more time, I swear to u, I'm sending all this pictures to her pops That's Light: Lets do this Industrial to Information & now we in the Emotion Era Overload us with Information & tools, we struggle to choose A cat dies every time u think of capital adequacy requirements and reserve requirements Don't get it confused, ur deepest fear is being inadequate, I roll with the Stephen Hawkings Denzel the level of success I'm reaching u'll think I travel through triangles k** in sevens, vision on dried lenses, not even this Hiram Abiff, can beat this Charles Manson Triangles, seven (7), Mason, Angels, is this a battle or ur f**en exorcism?? 23 and I've seen more dead bodies than a f**en mortician Shots of a silhouette, silhouette of God's last cigarette Now who is this? Is he supposed to be Richard Kuklinski? Well, i'll put Iceman in a box, with whort oiled to Wush-in (Washington) for both their contract k**ings Between me & u, let me tell u the difference, u a cheese boy, my n***as are doing life in prison One day u'll eat from my cold hand, that's a given I'm outthere moving stocks, u know...studying algorithms Seeing things from another time, anachronism You a bird with a human head, I mean what's the point of battling this kid when every bar I can think of is in hyroglifics??? You don't break down anything without doing the math, so lets get into it Breakdown his whole crew into patterns, change every letter in his name to a number, gematria The beginning of time, the beginning of the universe Golden spiral, bc, 144 divide into 293 Beta,golden ratio, do u believe??? The worst decision was not u taking this battle, but ur mother eating ur father in the garden of Eden, the forbidden tree 13th century b**h, I've got schemes Schemes that would cripple Euclid, now that's the fibonacci sequence What u reading u could be writing, b**h my pen game is sick, u the type to copy mannerism without knowing its roots I guess that's the price of freedom I have to pay, a**ociating with imbeciles You pick ur fights like you do ur women, & non of them like you I guess you a slave by choice, 'cos you fake ur struggle How does it feel getting the same feeling you used to get when you were in high school? Trying to be cool, but nobody liked you? Freestyle Rap's Mathematician @Carnageabinitio #ForgottenFaces #TraderGang