Pa**ionate MC - 60 Days & 60 Nights lyrics

[Hook] 40 days wasn't enough, so I made it sixty Walk with me, for the art I spark quickly The dark's in me, but I'm bringing the light 1000 bars per hour, 60 days, 60 nights [Verse 1] The Pa**ions is rapidly fathoming, battling, shattering rappers accurately Carefully crafting tragedy SIKE! 60 lines when I get on the Mic/Mike As if it were comedy night with Jordan and Myers up in the spotlight Give a f** if you ball or k** I'll roast you and turn Foreman into a four-man grill f** your clique, I'm coming up with something sick I could feed you a roll of film and you still wouldn't dump a clip Or take a shot, even if I gave you Glocks Marked my face and commanded you to blaze the spot For the reward of an Asian doc With the seringe and the cure to make the process of aging stop The cage unlocked, I'm finally free If you couldn't stomach the truth why'd you swallow the key? Methaphorically I rip through flesh, Kleenex Cottonelle, human, like what the hell kind of tissues next So genetically enhanced to advance I could beat Lance in Tour de France Without the use of a suderiferous glands for sweat bands Improving superhuman by the hour after consuming nuclear power plants Vegetarian style Forget books, I was checking female librarians out When styduing the anatomy of a woman so gallantly Proving scientifically how being sweet gave you a vaginal cavity Pa**ion, the verses he's spitting Will have you wishing that you had your verses re-written I'll slaughter everyone of you lyricists Including myself after I'm finished with my albums guest appearances Flowing flawlessly, virtuosically composing atrocity More musically haunting than a Betehovan, Vivaldi And Mendelssohn Bartholdy born with cerebral palsy The Kapellmeister outnumbering million man armies Send me down to hell for all the souls that I've stripped I'll bring more arms to the pit than Mike Vick and deodorant sticks I'm that nice Sick enough to charge photographers with indecent exposure just for flashing lights And it gets worse I battle myself in the mirror just to find out which one of us will quit first f** an Open Mic, f** the reward f** a contest and f** whatever b**h doesn't applaud f** everybody, f** the judge f** whoever's hating and f** whoever's forgetting to show love When the show's done I'm taking life out the room By asphixiation for my own creation of the ''House of Blues'' Get it? I'm the sickest when I spit it Pissing off witnesses like a child molester who was aquitted After physical evidence proved that he did it But the judge's ''Defense Mechanism's'' forced the forgiveness 60 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this I'm putting every wack MC alive on my sh** list Verbally vicious at explosive rates I'm calling out every rapper in the Ocean State You got bars? I'll battle you and shatter you With grammatical lines till your verictal spine is latteral f** guns, all I need is one round So I can toss it in the air and throw you at it faster than the speed of sound Don't speak unless it's silently Cause I've ripped apart Mohaganny trees for thinking they could bark at me Mother nature's a mockery saying '' she hails no one'' Till I flowed so cold her reign/rain was frozen