ProFound Beatz - Futuristic Flow lyrics

Talking: This is real Hip Hip hop for them Alien heads. This is Space head Clan, unit. Were taking over. (laugh) and it don't stop, and it don't stop.. yeah (chorus1x) We flipping them new gymnastics, enthusiastic, while eating that coochie nasty. She a boojie ba*tard. as soon as that toolie blasted,we spitting that newbie acid. Listen to this craft that I truly mastered. Spitting it off the dome i'm a lyrical woolly mammoth. k**ing sh** on the sabbath ( verse 1) My verse disperse as I pursue a curse. But first reverse thirst to hunger. My words nurse the younger. I put nerfs in the mic and promise to burst this summer. Leave you hanging by a limb with flim the worst of slumber. First you crumble then it hurts to want a murk the urban thunder. Perpetrators will curve from under. Then it occurs to blunder and push the boundaries your bound to see the holy ground sound asleep. Throwing fire down the steep with a crown to peep. I found the sheep Trying to get the town to weep. I ground the leap and pound the dweeb. As the rhyme unveils We petition are posture. Christian or rasta. Religions a monster. I'm bridging the gap. With the old school tradition of rap. The collision intact. Ya vision been jacked. With the precision I cracked. No peace in soul. Just hopes to reach the goal like Keshia Cole. I teach the soul. And turn this bread into a pizza roll. Unleash the troll in a creature soul. I'm fire you never seen before. These liars have never seen the core. Pretentious inventions venture eventually pinch clench slap you with an extension cord. My stringent strengthens the sentence tremendous entrance to barricade the exit door. I spit flows blows to the blow hole. I don't mean to gloat but this is global. They know that I'm noble. I'm a pro with the vocal. Got the po in a choke hold. They calling me ocho (Hook 1x) My verbal melody embellished belly of the beast bells ring brilliant resilient shells bang bring acid ba*tard hells wing blast acid ma**ive hells king grasp her a** and make her tail swing like James brown that names sound pipes lames down I drain brains out then spit flames out I deserve the crown somebody come and stop me I'm probably the illest like gollie v got a squad full of k**as blocka blocka chopper knock a brother out a helicopter read the teleprompter I'm a sophisticated pistol banging pencil shaving ranting raven amputated exasperated ma** debated last equated with past creative master native tongue sung like the pasture prayed it last degraded with sharder gla** but the ba*tard made it past the mayhem then pa**ed the mayhem to the next man then blew this fan to his face I'm a man on a race with my hands on my lace and bands on my waste put my plans to his grace when i answer my faith he don't answer to hate I ain't talking bout bu*ter put your lands in a lake ( Hook acapella 1 x)