Inhavit - Man On Fire II lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, back again wit the magical pen Spittin' wizardry Get cha' mind going to infinity Small minded motha' f**a's only make it to Italy I'm speaking literally Be a tall giant or a mini me Tryna mimic a wack artist you see in the industry Is gonna keep you from the pros You'll be benching the little league That's my epiphany You good at 3's but practice your dribbling Kurt Korver, mothaf**a, do you get the epitome? But who am I? I just rhyme wit a simple delivery Tryna rap my a** off just to piss off my enemies Full of jealousy But can't resist to bob to my melody I give em' tendency to try and look up And steal my recipe Super sonic, how I rhyme it Spit ebonic, wit demonic Eat alot of Jumbalaya to heat me up Volcano lava has erupted in my stomach Doctor please pump it Don't spit heat, I spit demons And that's including my penis I give you 3 strikes And naw I don't sponsor Adidas I'm just way over my meter You can call me a cheetah, cuz I'm hunting these zebras Eat em' up til' they meatless And sh** em' out cuz they feces Rest in peace to you b**hes Throw your a** in the river and maybe meet up wit Flipper Here's a camera take pictures Oh yea I forgot you was dinner Delicious as a mu-f**a like eating McGriddles Are you impressed by my riddles? Do I perk up your lil' nipples? Read between the lines, give you a hint it's the middle I'm Dennis the Menace but my clip is extended Wit metaphors and a message Punch lines give erections Push me to the edge when you question my blessin' So just deal that I'm better than any rapper you mention My train of thought is extended its in another dimension Aliens do exist, don't pay attention to reverends I'm living proof of a legend That's looked down on religion I've been abducted and came back for alien reasons I'm here to murder rap and bury it, right under my sneakers I see hyenas laugh until they meet the fully grown Simba I got a heart of a lion, but loyalty of a wolf I let it out in my rhymes when I spit in the booth I ain't bluffin' my lines dawg, I'm speaking the truth Like a bu*terfly that breakthrough and leave the cocoon Except that I'm a savage that the zoo let loose 2pac living in me so I still got the Juice Tell Q that he's next for not playing my tunes Point the gun to the moon and shoot the witch off her broom I'm on a rampage, get off my landscape b**h deuce, Ooo Never shot a gun, so I hit you well oops Just know if I'm pissed off, b**h well move But since you were in the way You eating through a tube Tryna get in my sh** like Steve from Blues Clues I ain't got sh** in my room but lyrics and hit list Missin' kids, p**nographs and collars wit lip stick I'm a straight statistic of a man who's twisted Pay attention and listen And you could witness my vision, ma-f**a Yea... YS...