Matrix - Keep Pouring lyrics

[Matrix & A-bu*ta talking] Yeah, let me destroy the mic device (Natural Elements) Make my (uhh) electrical connection (mic device gets destroyed, mic device gets destroyed Let me destroy the mic device) [Matrix] Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step out Of it Kick it off it's axis and stagger these rappers off balance But instead I challenge, by pourin' advanced sk**s by the gallons I am, no one has a chance a-gainst this a-mazing A-L-L action, also instead of babbling like gossiping b**hes Swallowing final wishes Then hard-rock dreams, of crack cream from fiends I verbally break-up emcees like disfunctional families So get with this different mix, like seeds from interractial Relationships I draw crowds, at the same time, I erase kids I discriminate like a racist a-gainst these basic Lyricists that are cleaning out my wax, clogging my ears up with Tasteless tunes, flavorless buffoons, that are talkative Sk**s far from walkative, when it comes to battlin' I don't give a f** like a virgin practicin' s**ual abstinence Cuz in my eyes, your presence makes no appearance like absent Students Who went to join the uneducational rookies playin' hooky With those perpetratin' n***as going bananas, influenced by cannabis Your far from notorious, far from victorious, far from glamorous Far from glorious, n***as waste time Tellin fictious stories of what they pack on they waist-line While I occupy minds, but leaving these rappers worn out like hand-me- Downs I slam these clowns, permanently, and leave competition on the hush Like a suburban library I'm a perfect candidate, nominatin' for dominatin' these toy thugs Packin' a fraud gun, and a clip full of fakes shootin' full of sh** Bullets [Hook] Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step out Of it Kick it off it's axis and stagger these rappers off balance But instead I challenge, by pourin' advance sk**s by the gallons Keep pourin', keep, keep pourin' (X2) [A-bu*ta] Yo, I pray to God for all my enemies I squeeze my vocal chords until my voice box lets out hypnotic Melodies And keep my eyes chinky like Vietnamese inhalin' trees Believe in faith and wisdom, and stay away from Satanism I abuse those who choose to use forms of plagiarism Worship me like Paganism, don't decieve my brain with izm A and Matrix got in on lock, so count your days in prison I don't care what n***as say, this n***a A will live the day The simple way, true lyrics, no need to let the trigger spray Retaliate and strike back as if I was a ricochet Matter of fact I just let my lyrics say who's A-bu*ta While others try to figure ways to discover How true brothas master facts And how many heads my rap attracts Counter-attack the raps like cataracts with eyesight Get in the Zone deeper than Twilight when I grab the mic tight What I write tonight will bring hip-hop back to it's origins While mortal men, stay delicate like porcelain Lyrics get sicker than the mind of Dr. Kevorkian My thoughts are blendin' in, like camouflage war terrain I torture your brain, scorchin' flames when I call ya name Hip-hop is sure to change, and when it does I'm sure my name Will probably run through your vein, I shine like polyurethane What's contained inside my brain, I constantly put crews to shame Then you wonder who's to blame, when you the main reason That I hear bums speakin', leave ya eardrums bleedin' When I hear drum's beatin', the surface of my cerebrum Penetrates like a parasite sounds to (satelites) (All day, all night) Lyrical syllables I sacrifice On this mic device I get slicker than Andrew Dice And switch ya style like hermaphrodites, from models to dykes Why do rappers say they rappers when they all rap alike? To me that's nonsense, that's why I drops sense when I grab the mic And go through those rhymes like po-nine through traffic lights My rap ignites insight which will paralyze spines Tranquilize lines, lyricism gratifies mines Some n***as laugh at my rhymes, but half of the time they ignorant Insignificant fake hip-hop hipocrites, illiterate Exquisite lyrics get deep to the touch Get that crust out of your eyes, you been sleepin' too much You k**ed my people enough, in this forbidden industry Which to me is the epitome of what we call wickedry And misery, me, myself and I blessin' trinity Test me lyrically and end up, critically wounded Bless tunes with scriptures that were written in cuneiform My flow is legendary similar to myths of unicorn Po-nine is really swine disguised in uniform You been born into a world with no axis, A and Matrix with no practice Our flow tactics will put rappers below average While I stay above the curve Showdowns with pronouns, plus I make love to verbs