MuzeONE - Venom lyrics

[ADLIB-INTRO] Aiyo' it's getting kind of crazy right now, man These cats really think they could take me out But I body rappers, man; I'm a beast And you know it don't stop. [HOOK:] Don't stop! (Stop!) Stop! (Stop!) Spitting with that venom 'Till they drop! (Drop!) Drop! (Drop!) Hitting them with everything You got! (Got!) Got! (Got!) Got sk**s? Show them How you rock! (Rock!) Rock! Don't stop! (Stop!) Stop! [VERSE 1:] Don't. . . Move! Check it the who's who Of wrecking get too bruised To recognize who's who You step-up and you lose Everything! Your crew, troops, and weaponry! No truce; choose second-string! Two moves left to check your king! (Come on!) Mate! Slay them quick as they come Weight of my kick is a ton Strength at the tip of my tongue's- Bayonet! Sharpen for carving these diamonds Talk with a awkward alignment Sparked from an awful a**ignment They're calling it rhyming. (Nah.) But I'm call it war. (War.) And I'm call for more. (More.) As I sharpen my sword. (Sword.) Watch them fall to the floor. (Floor.) From a crawl to corpse; Battling, part of my soul; Shattering, thoughts of a course of: Action, that calls for withdrawal The flow ain't letting you go and So ain't the heads that I roll with Don't get ahead of you bro or You'll be the head that is rolling! Mic check. Time's up. Next defendant: Get them primed up for dying; Line 'em up, line 'em up. [HOOK:] [x2] [VERSE 2:] Yo my syllable sickness k**ing folk Quick with no witness Sk**fully spit with a liquid flow Take a sip and then tip the pro! Ain't a typical pen the can penetrate; Mental and physical; Dental or ventricle; Permanent / Temporal; Cursed with a blessed flow! (Yo, yo, yo, yo-) Ain't no slowing or stopping Stalling or pausing To catch your breath You'll catch your d**h By the boulder you're dropping Over the top with my understand style Plunder abundance of clowns Rowdiest crowds try to jump at my crown. (Nope!) But I'm hunting them down. And I'm cutting them down. Getting bludgeoned by sounds. Just a stump where they're found. Ain't no chumps in my pound. Just some ravenous wolves Battered and bruised, animals That are known for damaging fools! Cannibalistic nature! Savages spitting danger! Cats on trip a to take us? Pack them to meet their maker! So mic check. Time's up. Next defendant: Get them primed up for dying; Line 'em up, line 'em up. [HOOK:] [x2] [ADLIB-OUTRO] See the difference between them and me Is I'm a real emcee. I was born for battling I was bred for this, man So I tell you what; keep lining 'em up And lining 'em up And I'll keep knocking them down That's right man MuzeONE! Scribbling Idiots! And we're out.