Tom Jeefs - The Backlash lyrics

[Tom Jeefs] Yo, rhyming with the Legends on a track is mostly hard to catch Architects of Rap take it back to upper parking decks This the Concordat, religion of rap’s consulate I recover lyrics in stone where once Romans conquered at I teach to damage it, Tom Jeefs and Canibus Mark Deez can handle this, MC’s are fans of this The theory of relativity tells me that I would have to move at c To see the time when you could spit with me Or be close to a black hole Radio listening makes your brain regress to that of a tadpole They want control and put Hiphop on the lock You can’t even know the truth if you use what you got Anarchy’s last chance when The Backlash hits the block They gon clash with the media like clashing with a rock In a monopolized world where individuals are jeopardized Amongst clones is where our rhymes are exercised Heads of our Times are spittin Furious rhymes Old empirical Designs are inferior to mines You’re composition theory is easily disputable ‘cause 90 percent of rappers have proven to be delusional So sniff that sh** up and spit it in a bucket There are three mc’s on just one track that you can’t f** with, This is beyond of what the average listeners perceive Mark Deez interrogates speech before you even leave I snipe you without a scope as far as I can see Rip the Jacker cut you in half and dump you in the sea! We don’t sleep we practice melatonin magik Heavy gravity rhymes singularize the room fabric [Canibus] Most intellectual lovers are dumb motherf**ers I trade the wife's minivan for a pre runner No matter what happens we gon see it this summer Your mailman’s bout to be a G.I. Joe gunner What’s your sk** set? We pay the bills with threats I don’t care what kind of deals you get Meal ration sealed in plastic, raise up the deal like Lazarus, Contaminated chemical canisters In a vacuum the smoke billows but doesn’t move The world as we know it must crash to improve You speak with such verisimilitude, yeah that’s my dude One day soon the facts will prove They say copyright infringement is a terrorist act You sample the wrong sh** they send a drone attack All these wicked sons of b**hes Poison lips Kissenger kisses Another crusade coming for Christians Freaking miserable existence in this digital prison My prediction no protection program for the witness Solar power panel for my clippers, still trimming my whiskers The cleanest caveman you ever seen n***a, Asteroid tsunamis, earthquakes swallow your body Too late to evacuate, copy! People like you like to hear yourself talk Ra Ra Sis Boo Ba with no thought Raise your hand if you soul has been bought Garbage bag toilet bowl designed with Feline Pine Absorbs the moisture that is left behind CPR pumpin trying to keep his heart running I saved his life even though I hate that motherf**er The ripper is here and I ain’t got a nickel to spare I move slicker than duck sh** on a river pair The tree of life is a MC with a mic Can-I-Bus and Mark Deez on sight [Mark Deez] What you thought it was over? We just got older, a little bit bolder The smoke still smolders The ash and the rubble, I'm back just to hustle You lackin the struggle, get slapped on the double Canibus said to move at my own pace These rhymes are ancient once etched on a stone face No grace is given to the insolent you think that you innocent, well what you got to benefit? I intersect your intellect and disconnect your fickle threat You little sh** you ain't f**in with Rip! Your asthma actin up from the dust that I kick I'm bustin your lip, a revolver with the rustiest grip Can you stare at the sun? NO, it's just too bright You can't see a thing when you blinded by the light So I'm creeping thru the darkness of my imagination My construct was such a manifestation You must rejoice the Oracle meets Infinity It must be what God felt when he became the trinity I been emcee since the day I could breathe Been at it ever since never taking reprieve I got what you need, I'ma give it to you Mark Deez, Canibus, Jeefs, spitting the truth I lay my hands on your head you can see what I envision it's like nuclear fission of circadian rhythm, Deez!