Flow Enigma - Rap Warrior lyrics

[Hook] When they hear how i spit, haters eat sh**, & have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior When they witness my flows, lyrical pros, have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior [Verse 1] Hi excuse me who're you? Hello, I'm your conscience how do you do? I'm alright I guess, just tryna be a righteous lyricist & I just realized that I don't need scissors to make some paper rock, well who knew That my lines could bring the pad to life, imaginatory stories about the glory of my flight The soaring in the night, the elevation created from lifting my arm when I write Then lifting spirits like a bottle of vodka in an elevator, being a chronic masturbator, or a chronic inhalator A different path paved for every line that is layed, every beat that is slayed & and every sacrifice made Because mentally, my intellectual supremacy, is omnipotent like an ant versus a giant centipede d**h doth come to those whom must fight against me, deleting your attacks, hard drive max density 1word per minute and you've reached terminal velocity, a rapping atrocity, you're not so big & you're not the boss of me Malcolm in the middle taught me that, memories of my younger years & the pain brought me back & i remembered That I'm ridiculously sick & the most twisted, since Freddy meticulously cut open the children last Christmas [Hook] When they hear how i spit, haters eat sh**, & have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior When they witness my flows, lyrical pros, have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior [Verse 2] & My energetic personality, leads me non sympathetic when I'm destroying every single nationality Hands gripped around the mic like a strangulating fatality, lyrical acrobatics I'm deploying while avoiding my sanity Cos the fact of the matter is, factually I'm the only one that matters b**h. My lines are off the charts and yours are average To say the least, cos I'm a beast, deceased & reborn, demonic soul released through flesh I'm torn You are old and warn, but I'm fresh till d**h, already died once heard the sirens before my last breath Now I'm gonna blow up like a blood vess-el in my face from rapping too vigorously You are miniscule, and I am big trapping notoriously, laboriously, up in my rhyming laboratory you see And that is why I am the pinnacle, of lines so lyrical, every hit is critical, & ifeel it in my soul motherf**er, these words are spiritual [Hook] When they hear how i spit, haters eat sh**, & have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior When they witness my flows, lyrical pros, have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior [Verse 3] I don't mean no disrespect,but any motherf**er tryna' step to me I'll break their neck Like a pencil, I'm mental, pyscopathic with words so plentiful, valuable, rhymes stuck in my vault, destructive a**ault f**ing with me is like a wound full of salt, painful, adrenaline pumping veins full So I'm aggravated, whenever I hear an instrumental, & those whom hated, I'm rearranging their dental, non sedated & I want you to feel, each word, cos it is real, absurd, my sh** is ill, sicker than cancer mixed with aids as well When I die I'm going straight to hell, can't you f**n tell Cos I spit numerous barbarous murderous verses, fake rappers should've stayed in their mothers uterus Cos your humorous, attempts at being a real M.C it's straight terribleness, so motherf**er I hope you get eaten by a tyrannosaurus Cos that's a lot nicer, than what my lines'll do to you, you're a little chicken & all your raps just sound like co*kadoodledoo But I am a devilish avenger, lyrical member, possessing rhymes that u can't remember, sequential sentence a**embler, and amba**ador, for k**in an a**a**inator, and a dedicator for being a verbal dictator, but most of all, I'm a f**ing rap warrior