Huntsman - The Sound of Me lyrics

[Verse 1] I was made for rapping, y'all are just accidents waiting to happen I speak with dangerous action, y'all busy singing Aladdin Happily aim at your Adam's apple and bang, I just shattered it I don't praise Catholics, I have more faith in a mathematician Based on elaborate methods, they can prove anything Apart from the statement that I'm on the range of untalented My cadence of patterning's an amazing attraction Like a fatal a**a**in trapped in a maze or a labyrinth With his victim hanging by his pants shaking and panicking He prays to the Vatican but before they can answer him It's too late, with one swing he's decapitated The same pa**ion and rage accelerated fast through a straight vacuum Reaching light speed, you can't fathom it This is the art of war, straight from the savage fist Decorated in amethyst what happens to the main antagonist? I'll snap your ankles like asparagus [Hook] I'll keep rapping until the game's over I'll keep rapping until the aliens take over making us their space soldiers I'll keep rapping 'til the sun becomes blocked When everybody's trying to run off I'll keep rapping 'til the moon's a meter away I'm determined and set on leaving my trace, I mean when I say I'll keep rapping 'til the whole of mankind's down to me Better get used to the sound of me [Verse 2] I have an athlete's foot with a steel toe, you just got tinea Plus your team just got rid of ya Plus the game just got grittier Plus this player just got about a thousand times more superior Plus I'm having trouble hearing ya witty re- Torts over the scoreboard, one-nil, you're inferior I can make a warrior wearier by looking in his eyes And crushing his whole soul interior I don't fall into lucky hands but I don't fall out either Holy soul like a worn out sneaker It's all G but if the fat lady calls out beef I'mma hit you direct with an all-out ether I only compare myself to the greats What's the point of using the standard of the amateur ape? Today, I don't have a spare second to play I'm just busy trying to prepare for my fate [Hook] [Verse 3] Lightyears ahead of you idiots, like your buzz I'm k**ing it Take a second to ask the question would he (Woody) and he (Andy) already Entered your mental retina, bullseye Take any part of any character that I choose I'm insidious Put more time in my craft than the Egyptians did with the Pyramids Such a rhythmic delivery, my flow beats my own drum Fe fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a no-good weak guilo scum Ain't feeling this? I'll stash your presence in a sack for your kids like I'm coming down the chimney at Christmas BOOM! Period New line, new line, end it with a signature You thinking there's any possibility we be giving up ? My tank is just filling up I was raised on Canibus' Leviticus to always stay treacherous Been naughty by nature since you thought NBN was the internet [Hook]