E. Osterholm - Russian lyrics

[VERSE ONE- MC BREW] I know you like it Enticing with my sidekicks I more than just try this Never derogatorily hype it Motherf**ers act like they don't like my style Go ahead, turn around and...Bite it! What the f** you think you handin' me? A calamity? Way too underhanded See my rib cage when I'm fully engaged Now how hungry is that? Some are just embarra**ing when they expose their dummy a** raps Expressin' nothing, bluffin', always fronting a sack Then why from the tongue do you act Like you can maintain? I'm in the lab chillin' like Bunsen Honeydew Encompa** you, eat like some streets are made from sesame Why these kids stressing my chemistry Testing my reputation, couldn't wait to try to get the f**in' best of me ‘Cuz you hating for years I've stayed patient, evolved to stage From spitting in my mom's basement Now how's that taste, b**h…? [VERSE TWO- THE TOP CIVILIAN] My psyché can handle you and two of Who's Army Choose to lose a part of me in a tune whose harmony soothes But still a part of me seeks that freedom Until each pore bleeds some reasons for more needs I'm needin' Much needed up-keep involving “Late Night with Carson” Steady blowing up Hip-Hop like a suicide bombing!! Not violently advocating views of pro-peace.... Just trying to be a dreamer in a world with no sleep Your turn to bleed and drip at slow-mo speed It hurts the first instant than all you do is breathe It's the after-effects, re-occurring patterns of stress Runnin' through the trenches in biké shorts of Spandex Broken fences, it's the home of the roamin' Catholic Listening to MC's who rap with no apparent talent I won't blend in the struggle; my point is far from subtle Same odds of being rubble as your average space shuttle [VERSE THREE] [MC BREW] Spew mad amounts of bile getting wild up in this place Call it biological terror when I'm spitting in your face Why would I wanna follow those that's quitting at this race With a piss poor pace? But your taste is strictly for the rats You have no spinal cord intact And when it's time for war you find some poor excuse to refuse and even fight back [THE TOP CIVILIAN] I torture Foreigners until they see “Double Visions” A coroner daydreamin' about the un-living Purposely sinnin' by removing the tags from the mattress Knowing nuns ain't the only ones with bad habits Straying from the train tracks The same tasks are attracting chicks with fake racks But I reign fast... [MC BREW] Words etched that stress- a sort of maniacal edge While you're in denial to no end Your no friend bellowing jealousy and relishing on false integrity Apparently you've inherited Are you scared when I care and weave a narrative? If I cut and make you bleed, it's rare that you even live [THE TOP CIVILIAN] ...so open your ears to this lyrical fitness I don't listen to myself, much less any critics So pad and pen it, Penn and Teller. Feel stellar Not sad like at the end of the movie “Old Yeller” I'm a beached whale that's straight spittin' up Jonah Takin' random excerpts from the book that I wrote ya So don't quote me boy, ‘cause I ain't said shhh...