Young.XS - Light lyrics

Verse 1 (Ilbril) Let me, just play with your mind Intertwine your mind providing sight for the blind Yeah I do things like freeze time Figuring your every moves that is stuck between the line Ilbril, was never gone I remember Still spitting sh** with the CHLD of NVMBR Yeah so you cats better figure How he disappear but his spirit still lingers Flames, has been burning inside Turning red to blue and it's coming for the light Night, that's when is burning bright Burning bright yeah, igniting the dark night Come, he has for the mic Just like a beast, he k**s prey with a strike Psykes, are his brothers on the mic So please stay away cause you know we all bite Chorus x2 Yeah, so sit back and relax As Psykes hack words like a jack with an axe Yeah murder you with pitchforks in pitch darkness Eyes of the storm make it rain and cause thunders Verse 2 (Define) Who be the one to rock the mic It's Define from Psykelecticz Injecting rhymes into your veins like a subutex addict After effects so critical that's when you start to panic And that's the main symptom of a potential XS'phobic I'm erotic, more filthy than p**nography My element's complicated than the average chemistry Psychologically torture, no physical ability Eliminate you cancer cells like I'm chemotherapy I mess up you nervous system, the form of neurology Suicide bomber, I'll explode, k**ing fake lyricist I got a beard, now you can call me the terrorist Who's gonna murder all you swagger rapper wannabes Annihilate you, turn you to fictional fables Cause swag won't pay the bills and put food on the table This ain't no club banger but it's still blazing hot I may be the alumni but I'm still marking your spot son Chorus x2 Verse 3 (Young) I am notorious, I rhyme glorious I am Young, the spark of an apocalypse Inflict heavy gashes I leave scars that won't heal even if time lapses I'm flawless, study how I breeze through You can't define my substance, your style is see through You stand incompetent to the mics that I wreck Your existence is sillier than the war in Iraq I am not rhyming, I'm simply connecting time Realise I'm making you listen to my every line So I, path a pathway of poison Intoxicate everything that you claim to be poised on Setting fire traps, I'm surrounded by energy I be the reason for the wreck in your psychology I keep my vision clear and watch from the stars Your pen be your sword, but the blades too blunt to leave scars, what Chorus x2