Nick Wiz - Contact lyrics

[Verse One] Cascade from the sun It's the venomous flavor lay strung Straight from the lung to a razor blade tongue (That was real) But sh** it should've been a century back Those who are mentally strapped now will eventually snap (True) Snakes rise from baskets, you can check it's raw and pa** it But do not ignore the facet I'm deffer than boric acid When it infiltrates your temple shakes Leaving memories distorted though no injuries reported You know the ill schemes of high beams and guillotines On the for reala, hear the screams from the Philippines Rupture your dental with professional perspective flip It's fundamental yo, that questional selective sh** Know what you facing, complications get emotional No time for wasting, conversation non negotiable Doubters and provers know antagonist can snatch the profit Counter maneuvers can be hazardous and catastrophic Those who are used to this say chaos can prevail daily Suppose a crucifix can help you if Hail Mary Putting my gin aside, you know I get melodic right? The unidentified, phenomenal chaotic type When I communicate I cover like a sewer plate See me and haunt me like Seattle when I illuminate Check your division, intuition brings precision but My mysticisms yo can f** a whole religion up For those who might incline get tipsy but believe me Lord No calling psychic lines or gypsy's moving Ouija Board It's just an entity that tags on you mentally Contact, draw the flag, take the penalty [Hook] {x2} "The mic is contact" - Nas 'It Ain't Hard To Tell' When speaking on a topic of being intoxicated by a verbal narcotic "The mic is contact" When we drop gems you can feel from your melon to your Timbs on the real [Verse Two] While others are prisoners, it's the sonic incarceration I transcend through amplitude of frequency modulations My rhymes afflict something wicked when they spray Brain decay Got me flipping drowning Richard in the bay I lay Every line like bows Cement causing the microphone to tilt Creating empires like the Roman's built My scripture's lifted I roll it up and make a spliff inhale My verbal gift prevails, rating 10's on every Richter scale This sh** is drama, no part of it is comedy I gotta get away Hitch your ride on a chronic leaf And atom bomb a beat releasing mega potent stimulants Mad adrenaline, it circles you Now you're vertical With no thanks to Mt. Dew I'm spitting shanks when bouncing through Attract the impact It's like you smoked an ounce or two I'm in your headphones My verse is bound to blow your bubble off But the high boomerangs I catch are slow with double force I'm high octane I clog brains and veins the pain remains ya lame game n***as can't maintain They're quick to vanish They didn't manage to discover I'm inflecting damage Leaving n***as shrinking like I'm Rick Moranis My method's on the D.L., I keep it top secret Plans of overthrowing me? (Enlist the b**h in shock treatment) The long term goal is to construct a sick trend Transmit my flow within Make you rupture Bic pens Even clad in shackles I leave 'em holy like tabernacles With shattered Snapples in they Adam's Apple where bladder's travel Making punks bleed Triple the strength of skunk weeed When I bomb tracks, catch the contact [Hook] "Come vibe off the contact" - Smif-N-Wessun