Sevin - Radar lyrics

[Sevin] Uh I'ma scoop these rookies like a bag o' Vanz Battle? Naw Jabba with a jagged lens You hate cuz you can't advance Too late, you had yoh chance I'm supposed to respect you cuz yoh saggin' pants? (Sevin spit a flame) Naw mayne Spit an avalanche Cold as the driven snow Gettin' low, 64 Switchin' like Whitney off of a Mickey In a fittin' blow The dough can't save yah Get yoh flow choked like the Superbowl hopes of the Oakland Raiders This is no Fantasia It's real as the hand of God Verbal execution As abusive as a canon ball The size of my own fist Thrown from the deck of a pirate ship To yoh dome with yoh neck No respect I write using hieroglyphs For these biters with they eyes on this Russel Crowe Gladiator stylus And I came to claim what's been ours I'm feared yet revered like the ghost of the Twin Towers [hook] (x2) I don't make moves with dudes that think they're so clever Fo' cheddah We sow sweaters in warm weather Radar I see through the storm weather So stay hard The more getta the more better [Signist] When I wuz 16 Paris did not see Marion Jones I jump started my career as an heir to the throne To what do I owe? This flow that's been bestowed upon me So one thing I know My last column contains an oh (oh!) You shouldn't verse me Cuz I believe like John Creese from the Kobra Kai That the enemy deserves no mercy Firstly I just want to point out You a little kid with the flow (Ah!) You survivin' in nursery (Heh) Eternally I use these tracks to speak internally So everytime You spit whack, I take it personally I show verse adversity I'm driven by stress And the co-pilot's tryna murder me The rhythm is d**h Trust me This ain't the Art of War This is the art of destruction Of which you on the wrong side of it Respect Dr. King fo' the way he was peaceful But he wuz wrong All men weren't created equal Listen to me then listen to Sevin It's easy to see that we breathe at a different level And I rep Christ despite the media Forget writing these raps now I'm tryna write encyclopedias Smooth talks as Sac's mousse Vivid and soft Infinite thoughts that cross my adrenaline often In Cali they rock red socks but not from Boston I draw brigs that lift up You do not want to cross 'em [Hook] [Sevin] With the voice of Mike Myers, with Rick, Plies And trip wires I'm b**by-trapping the game to rip lies And I maneuver like the dude from the Borne Identity Pursued till subdued Or I mourn my enemy I'm more like Kennedy Backed to the left Packin' a venacular strapped back in a wrap to yoh breath The cloak soft These clay mates of rappers is so soft Bring out the bombs and have them looking like Tom Broke off the Nepalm Spit'n my rely in the LP Wrap yoh dome wit' a chrome cloth Can you smell me I wrote this quote with Mary Shelly Sittin' on a package that the Unibomber mailed me Kaboom! Resume the union These humans ruined HOGMOB preludes the viewin' process I'ma hostage of purification This whole game's under severe Rennovation [Hook]