Illogic - Ill Rediculous lyrics

[Verse 1] Beat bashin', mosh-pittin' - I'll spit fatal Autobiographical: we spittin' Aesop's Fables Smashing you with iron fist, get the gist? We ain't leaving Ba**-beating speaker boxes 'til they drums is bleeding Eatin' rappers lying, relying on punchings I'll rip the skin off your chest and call it a wardrobe malfunction In the mix of innocence, my diligence is pa**ionate I haven't seen a crash in a dreams, it seems you've mastered it a**hole, I la**o flows, trash folks with manhole covers Spit poison-tip arrows from crossbows and fold your mother Brother, sister, cousin, the fam can get it if they want it Most opening acts are crap, only bearable if I'm blunted That's why the ritual's imminent, I'm dissing you if you're feeling it It's two or three shots just to sit through that bullsh** I'm disgusting with rhythm, give me a pen and a pad I'll script some sh** that'a have your crew running back to the lab [Hook] Masterful, menacing, awful, ridiculous Spit-boxer, poet, show-rock, ridiculous Storyteller, ego-crusher, cypher-spitter, mind-bender Backpacker, slap a wack rapper 'cause I'm Ill (Ill) [Verse 2] Second verse if you can take it; so what if you can't? Never retire, set forest fires around your camp I'll rave and rant, you can chant while I'm bombin' Raising spirits with lyrics like a Cherokee Shaman Draining your memory banks, enemy sank my ship once Remedy: twenty shots of ink until the paper gets drunk Pen lashing, leaving welts on rappers' backs with asteroid belts Crashing plane, Jane spittin' the sames as the names melt Water under the bridge, slaughter kids with no motive Except the fact they can't rap and my personality's explosive Cop my album, you can learn a few things Take your pick 'cause out of the five I'm live on some fly sh** Unforeseen got lyrics, Write to d**h, now Off the Clock Celestial; you're pa**ing out demos, I'm depressing you Don't look at me like Ill can't get ill I spill sk** that leaves you squirming like the sound of a dentist drill