Prevail - Bottle Rocket lyrics

[Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions No profanic goddammit Hard like granite to the utmost I'm bu*ter on rye, always high but play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and always keep it....cla**ic Expressions in the facial, I'm on ?racial? ]From Caribbean rhythms I hit em wit a battered flow pattern The circle Saturn twice I'm nice on ice The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar Best believe the styles will rub off like ?pastas? On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence The influential rock rhymes in sequential format You see the doormat if you acting disaccordingly Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's [Madchild] I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra Battle Cat to Kringa Medieval messanger, west coast avenger Take you to the street, battle me that's a f**in sin Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be s**in wind Snappin handcuffs just from deconcentration Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital patients On the weekend pa**, but I still come sick Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a deranged lunatic (right) Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk Even Van Gogh looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work" So I said "Lend me an ear" cuz I'm the state of the art First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang Cuz you're way off track you need realignment Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement [Everlast] I keep your backside open like the English Channel I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your an*l You think it can't happen, kid cuz I'm rappin? Ain't no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin Let the joints get shot and see who wear this knot Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to rock Cuz once upon a time, not long ago Before hip hop was made for the radio An MC show had to cold rock the ma**es Used to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel gla**es So bang bang boogey, up jump the party Someone clapped off, and scattered everybody Drunk off Bacardi, high off the trauma It's d**h from above, the livest dive bomber In the squadron, I break formation I get New York love like my name's King Sun I T La Rock Bells till they break the dawn Steady puff L's, I fight hell like Spawn My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated While you cats suspensions are up in my deminsions We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy So I'mma keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie [Divine Styler] Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards I'm satan dynasty k**er Reveal the cause wit the sling on down Venom spit regurgitate d**h scripts I sound Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild Physical justice can't rush this for now Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat that God don't test that, too much infinite to get at Face the fields Swollen Members got the iller drills And if you wit the rhyme steel Bust the revealings in my feelings of these dealings I went to represent shield I build three phases of d**h, the illsuion Is the sweat that you reflect When you feel the veil Divine Styles circum navigate nine circles of hell You keep on you don't stop cuz a n***a never stay still Whatta whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that You-you ain't ready for that chill