Constant Flow - Winter Blood lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yo yo My k**ers lay down laws, y'all just paralegals I made a spike with the severed head of Tarantino I terrorize them like i'm Django up in Candieland But i'm more like Kunta Kinte with the cannon not the camera fam This ain't Kansas anymore, it's war in Afghanistan I'm ill you can't see me like cancer with no mammogram My Reflection Eternal not Talib we the Taliban I shatter your image with these hands sharper than candy man My appetite sicker, no candle light dinner This is a seance brainstorm and channel my ninjas Big L, Big pun, Big Pack alive with us Words will get you high to make you snap like satellite pictures Y'all just rapping Clyde Drexlers The eagle will put down you old dogs Imma have to Mike Vick ya But I rather victimize mics we some live spitters With the power to electrify a n***a like Tesla [Chorus:] You ain't got a chance at all Cause i'm worse than anything you ever been through I k**ed you [Repeat] [Verse 2:] Behold the God has arrived for the beat, yo we testing Bone-crunch shatters that stomp, 13's destined No destiny for 33 to thirty third has worked to earn Every single track that i'm on is a track where people learn There's no coincidental instigate the incident the food for mental It's essential essentially detrimental that we deficate through mic devices Who's the nicest we the bestest, rhyme success as almanacs A trillion words my mind possesses Powerful neutrinos blastin' particles we birthing novas So much so its life on terra nova, pro's like Sharapova Ga**in' us on who be faster, ba*tards after ma** disasters Masters after ba*tards captured, pa**age to the fastest rapture Out the past, of course I am the shepherd of the flock I creed the block, my speed is clocked, macka blacka I blam the block We overstand the powers generated from my thinking tissues Blinking issues stinking sinking missiles, for you stinking issues [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Y'all got mental problems Gender hopping, twisting like eugenics chopping Wearing women stockings, prep for finger popping The queen, i'm Idi Amin, I mean, the king of Scotland Them more like Kanye in that kilt I call you Dennis Rodman Yo why you masquerading homie why you acting crazy phony Son yo fashion statement's corny what you raps David Bowie I make Haley's comet collide with the helicopters you flying Not a philosophical guy not Philip Donnie you I am William Wallace of vibes [?] alive Grill his body in tribe with balsamic and wine These astrological signs i'm a zodiac k**er The horoscopes say i'm Martha Folts and you smoke like Mac Miller Ayo my flow is mad iller, k** any track i'm a beast And rest in peace to Eric Schwartz of course Capital STEEZ They not gone they Just on a long sabbatical leave Return every year to raise interest like annual fees The crowd's response is out this world Or with this pad you a**ume And the vocal proof is focus group from a lab on the moon They interact with us goons a matter of fact the platoon We send them back to the womb or they end up wrapped in a tomb, like Tutankhamun I'm Hugo Chavez with a crew a guys thats shootin Katyusha rockets through the fusilage of supersonics Jets that tried to carpetbomb my set in this crucial conflict Moe mewton mar will haunt you like the truman doctrine