Madison House - Frame Rupture lyrics

[Chorus - sample from "Manslaughter" by EPMD] - 4X First s**ers disrupt the frame of a s**er MC That can't count one, two, three [Verse 1 - Mr. Lif] I break sinks, eat for micra right away Rip a side filet Quick think of Paris Reich a day With the flair disappear for a century Come back to present time through a rhyme in your memory Krueger maneuver, Hans Gruber Luger Slide through the guard dogs, more than you could do But Hoover Dam versus Redman Outcome? Rapid water, rabid author Louie Pasteur's your pasture Peace, catch you in the after Bloody acetate's risin out the acid lakes, lucid New dimentia inventor, with improvements You kid, walk two blocks, make a right up on Euclid Get the team waitin, I'm impatient Neck down, deck sound Lazy, hazy, waitin for the next round [Verse 2 - Akrobatik] Feel your chest pound, the next sound you hear is splinter and bones And all your broken down crew members' different moans I got 'em locked down for kickin insignificant poems The Perceptionists, a legacy that's writin in stone Overthrowin so called Kings, that's sittin in thrones A +Coup d'Etat+ to your fortress, we scorch sh** We roam the underground with a splif and a torch lit Bringing light to those who be supportin that horse sh** Scramblin transmissions in your so calm headset We got y'all little pansies shook and leavin your bed wet They beefin up security like government d**h threats When I roll through cowerin for cover's your best bet Let's get it straight (let's get it straight), I've been hittin y'all off since '98 Here's a motherf**in pa** if you late I'm more likely to hit you with the on time rhyme that's raw Spittin lava hotter than the Earth's core [Verse 3 - Mr. Lif] Welcome to Hell, hear the bell? Time for dinner I'm eatin mashed potatoes with Kato, that's my n***a Laser beam, I made a fiend cry, I seen die I mean d**h, hurry 'fore there's nothin left I vaporizes, the vaporizer can't disguise Into the midst with a list of things that fate defies The saint describes a faint disguise Really concealin the row more boaters, hope across the skies This angel cry, when the mangel sigh Cons to get the watcher with the Gothic eye Get off of the hog and fries And here's a ceiling The virgin Connie squealin, a boat sailin On the seven seas, inhalin Some real plush green from Na Mean, she said A trap was set with factors that were not seen Perhaps you couldn't catch her with the tractor beam Next time I might attack you with a blacker theme But shssh, the children have to dream (*scratches*) [Chorus]