GMP da Icegod - HipHopReborn lyrics

[Verse 1] I appear with no fear, without shedding a tear Guzzle MCs like beer I've been here for, like, a year Yet I still get little recognition whenever they listen To the verses that I'm spitting in the kitchen It's all good, because I'm about to go off on the attack, Jack I smack you till your face is black for the sk**s you lack This here's what I call my "Moment of Truth" Like G-A-N-G Starr when I step into the booth R.I.P. to Guru, your style is doo-doo I rocked the Golden Jaguar while ya'll was rocking tutus Your rhymes s** while you was speaking in Zulu This rhyme technique's got you put in a voodoo A curse that I've placed on each verse since birth But wait, it gets worse when you might be needing a nurse first Before you cease to ever exist on this earth Get your corpse off my turf before I continue to make it hurt [Verse 2] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 The preacher with the lyrics, call me the reverend Better yet, a God who made this beat like Heaven While ya'll are doing dances like Almighty Evan I meant Evan Almighty, check the flow from the nineties You can taste the pepperjack rhymes like they're spicy Hot, the next B.I.G. except I'll never get shot Interested in the rap since I was a young tot Older now, I perfect the rhymes with grace Making me an ace and you a disgrace Or better yet a +Black Sheep+, +The Choice Is Yours+ Do you wanna back off or do you want more? Cause my rhymes demonic, doper than chronic, faster than Sonic Spit one, and I set off bombs so atomic Like Japan, and then it's a wrap like Saran You're now hearing this from the lyrically insane man More like sicko-psycho, when I'm on the mic, yo Letting off the words like bullets from a rifle When I'm on my a**ault, I'm unable to halt Pay very close attention as the style exalts With the mic in my hand, my lyrics are never bland Life's never been this grand, and we will never disband Like rock bands, I make more noise like guitars If you don't believe me, check what I did with 32 bars [Verse 3] There was anticipation in the annihilation Of your nation and every bit of it's civilization Rhymes bring devastation into your situation Causing your lack of population and next your dissipation Into sand, I disband the bland who stand Got them all banned and canned from my lyric stand You never listened to the rhythm when I've arisen Now you're unforgiven, now it's my mission to do the division And conquer, I come harder and sharper Than the blade, never needing body armor The different kind of knight who writes and ignites With the words that smite and take flight into the night [Verse 4] 510, where's the fire? It's coming from me, the MC 4 Hire Like Spencer, a.k.a. Mr. Career Ender Exposing all fake ones just like gender benders As I throw in the perfect rhymes and mix them in a blender Then spit them at contenders in case they refuse to surrender They don't remember that I'm colder than December They best surrender or get caught in the storm center Where I'm the Hurricane bringing forth lyrical rain Hard enough to bring pain onto Lil Wayne I've wrote a milli rhymes consisting of milli lines Milli times and k**ing them all like milli crimes Mafioso, a.k.a. Mr. Flow Virtuoso Never roll with a crew, cause I prefer solo Listen to the flow because real hip-hop is reborn Should've been born in the year hip-hop was born Oh well, can't change history, right now, I smell victory Smoked the beat like rotisserie, the rhyme is my liberty