Shabaam Sahdeeq - 5 Star Generals lyrics

[Verse 1: Shabaam Shadeeq] Of course I rap till I'm hoarse Add the sauce to them jive turkey MCs Say what you like, I toss Your theory when you hear me like the guts of a dutch Snap caught you in the act like Vivitar AF 2-5-5 Autofocus clear vision Precision mics for people of all types Call the calvary Mic brutality, switch the pitch gradually Aqua, turn-table knocka Fresh like Binaca Jot the thoughts in my chronicles Remarkable styles Made an exit to spark mine Nuclear physics, mechanicals and phat rhymes They know the time like a sundial I'm X-File [Verse 2: Eminem] Went to Bible cla** with a gun, blasted a nun f** Hell, Satan sent my a** to the sun I wasn't born, I was hatched And dumped in the trash with a note attached Sayin' someone please whip this brat's a** I never gave a rat's a** or a flyin' f** Drivin' drunk in a fire truck with the siren stuck Slammin' the brakes, skiddin' out cause the tires s** Went to pull you off my dick and got the pliers stuck You better run cause I'm probably the only one Crazy enough to shoot your a** with a knife and stab you with a gun I like fire, you might see me start it I'm slightly retarded, I miss my sanity since the night we departed [Verse 3: Skam] Yo Old World Disorder on some outnumber sh** We'd rather go out of control then to be under it Yo how you gonna win against us when we got nothin to lose Must be confused Or prayin to a God that don't exist It wouldn't save your Bible-kissin a**es even if he did We like to twist ya mystic, genetic dead-end Don't got friends Skam and Shadowman, posting children for depression Stress in any language Say my name in Spanish That's "Chupacabra", s** the life out of you There won't be enough of your brain left to fill a teaspoon We two vanishing men that makes the bad things blend And probably go platinum on the day that the world ends "Rhymes that you never even heard before..." [Verse 4: A.L.] When it comes to beef I gets relief when I k** and breathe Send a wreathe get your family ready for the grief I'll knock ya teeth Take ya seat like a thief Make you change your beliefs Burn a leaf before you go beneath Rappers, I k** 'em Down to Hell is where I send 'em Feelin' my pen is illin so much I need some penicillin Jams I'm spillin cause I'm bound here Kicking sh** that's solitaire Your crown is RIP cause rapper you sound counterfeit You get a round of clips If you play hard You stay scarred Thinkin you're brave ya'll You're in a graveyard One in a mil' son I'm ill when it comes to sk**s Wanna get k**ed or catch a dum-dum in your grill Rappers diminishin, in scrimmage I'm good to the finish I'll speak in English while your brothers are speakin in gibberish You touch the mic and I'm out to bury your fingers You want some fame? I'll beat you up in front of Jerry Springer So pay the price, say they nice When they play the dice I'll take you life, slay you twice Before you break your rights [Verse 5: Kwest Tha Madd Lad] Cats who rap are feminine I'm sendin this without the benefits of cinema scents of cinnamon So submit it in your mental Since you find it essential to stencil simple sentences A sentence is simple You banned from usin writin utensils Whether crayon, pen or pencil Observe verse packed with syntax That causes skin cracks on impact Send them wack men back to the lab Where most of them laugh I can hand you a manual to make what I plan to do more tangible You still wouldn't understand the full concept It slips through your fingers like sand granules Scan the land and the blue sea annually And you will see Which animals eat amphibians from spittin up that written stuff It's all the same It's the reason for cyphers prematurely spittin' up Ironic phonics show my flow is far from ambionic To be honest no hits of chronic in mi bionic I'm beyond it The texture of my lecture is complex like a professor Skeptics greet me exceptional when I bless sound receptacles Much stretchin through my vestibules Turns crews to vegetables They grab my testicles and cup em f** em, bless em through, what