Lyrics:

You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support
When I command the microphone, I get deadly as Khan though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those
Who can withstand the mo' power I gain?
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizin' who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all time when I created rhyme?
For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride
Our intentions to ride every time, all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride
Breakin' in gas with a .68 all day
In-and-out with my pay, assume to count the bodies

So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin'
We must be patient, nothin' better than communication
Known to damage, and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination
Give up to fate and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted
Put that ass in the dirt, you'd swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to 'Rhythm Nation', but thugged out — forgive me, Janet!
Who's in control? I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the game's gettin' dough
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat

I got my mind made up, come on.. (Come on)
Get in.. get into it (Get on it)
Let it ride (Get wit' it), tonight's the night
I got my mind made up, come on.. (One more time)
Get in.. get into it
Let it ride.. tonight's the night

Well, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylac's
For protection, so my fuckin' sac won't collapse (Uh)
'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays
Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MC's
Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw wit' that motherfuckin' poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay
You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei
My rhymes'll leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm
There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'
I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'
Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of the killin'
Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees (Uh)
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics
My verbal snipe your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall (Yeah)
Should already have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator (Equation)
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To L.A. on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

Fuck you losers, while you fake jax I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up *Jews* with German *Lugers*
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age, don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket — blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my clan's repeat felons
Niggas best protect they joints, the Nine-Nickel
Man, I stay on point like icicles
Now, who wanna test Tical?
Then tes-ticles all up in your motherfuckin' mouth!
Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man rolled too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass, or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette, and have a blast

Aiyyo, lyrical gats spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this mad underground basement shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock, bitch! Don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from the rear block
To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out 'til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you the shit, now you claim that you gear's locked
Whiff this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst
Flip MC's like ki's
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit yo' fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at ya wake
I planned my escape in case Jake wan' snake
Bust it! I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
Choke off this anecdote got you hope
Get roast by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
(And I'm out for nine nickel)

I set the mic in flames, my name's INS the Rebel!
Murder one style, smash mind states to pebbles
Mental terrorist, specialist at this
Menacin' lyricist, leave crews defenseless
Hand designed landmines lick off like 9's
To paralyze everythin', ears ring like door chimes
Heads start to turn like police who pass
Here to blast, my crew rush through like tear gas
Fuck a mask, we lace the place like the marshals
Sparkle like diamonds, but harmful as car fumes
Reckless rhymes start, relentless, ruckus
And fuck up the party for you payin' motherfuckers!
Once I commence for you ladies and gents
I kick rhymes sharper than barbwire fence
The live and direct from Killah Hill Projects
Staten Island, New York, you can't help but to hawk
Lay it on you gentle, that's if you want it hostile
Sounds so underground, I write my rhymes on fossils
Tunes like this force me to get you open
Lyrically wet ya up until you're soakin'

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