Eyoh MRB&G fans Cyantist has come with a serious note to yall wannabees,fake rappers and all that.....here are the lyrics to his solo joint called Blade of Death , be on the look out coming out soon ARTIST: Cyantist TITLE: Blade Of Death ALBUM: Scientist State Of Mind RECORD LABEL: Terminals Lab Records [INTRO] Ay yo! Postnegatv raise the volume lemme talk to these wack cats making noise on tracks. Yeah! Right there, right there, you got me. Yeah! [VERSE 1] Yo! I spit metaphysics in my lyrics to annoy you critics// Your raps are gimmicks, you driven by the crowd; thats attention seeking// Asterisks next to my lyrics, rated A* by them critics// Yall gone bankrupt after paying for the price of your wackness// A lotta cats spitting trash in a smash is just a weakness// Im caught in mesh of bewilderment when two friends are fighting// I tried mediating sometime but was rather made recognize and regret my stupidity and foolishness for doing it//but Im a real grown man now, Im grinding// Next time Ill be shitting while Im watching you niggas squabbling and fighting// Im the nigga that aint got time to joke on the mic if opportunity arise// Im keeping it real ill till the day that Ill face my demise//Recognize if you rebel against me, you rebel against each of the deep minds that I mesmerize// I hypnotize a multitude with my attitude while you rappers just fantasize// Dude you choke when you try to revise the rhyme(s) that I recite in your freestyles// [HOOK] 2x This is a blade of death to all of ya wack rappers This is a blade of death to all of ya back stabbers Facebook rappers talking trash and dissing real rappers Cut your throat in a blink fore I give you rap standards [VERSE 2] The skill i exhibit is scarce like a sword in the hand of a deacon// That’s the reason my raps sharper than the teeth of the dogs you feeding// I spit my 16s in 40 seconds, that’s so preserving// Death before dishonor, I murder you in a line in microseconds//Jealousy is death in disguise so rest in peace faggots// Theres a very fine line between love and hate// Thats prolly why you faggot rappers start to hate when you see your mates start to elevate// The only time you meditate is when you spell the word meditate// I never force you rappers to pay homage, I never druz for respect// You claim youre fly like a bird but truth be told, youre just an insect// Now let it be known that I can prune the wings and feet that you hop on//And its crazy you dont even scare me even if you looked like a dragon after putting your mask on// Your name doesnt exist on the list of illest emcees in my database, but if my name doesnt exist on the list of illest emcees in your database thats an anomaly, and you cant handle it, Yeah!// [HOOK] 2x This is a blade of death to all of ya wack rappers This is a blade of death to all of ya back stabbers Facebook rappers talking trash and dissing real rappers Cut your throat in a blink fore I give you rap standards [VERSE 3] I break your spinal cord and ask if you still support wack rap right at the spot// You rappers keep talking a lotta trash when you get on the mic// Ill cut off your tongue and tell you to swallow every trash that you spat// Im a blind with a vision, I light a candle then hide it under your bed and tell you to nap//Chop off your hand and ask if you could handle my rap// Insert a wire in your mouth to your rectum//Then leave your body hanging from side to side and left to right like a pendulum// See, Im an old dawg that you cant teach your new tricks// Im always meditating while you busy yapping about how you undress chicks// Comparing me to you is precarious like aiming a club to thugs with full clips// If you cant even rhyme dude, I wonder what kinda dad youll be to your son// I annihilate every wannabe thugs without even water gun// You trying so hard to act hard when your shit is softer than mud// Im in a mission of diffusing worldwide, aint none of yall rappers refusing// Stop confusing being underground with self conflicting// [HOOK] 2x This is a blade of death to all of ya wack rappers This is a blade of death to all of ya back stabbers Facebook rappers talking trash and dissing real rappers Cut your throat in a blink fore I give you rap standards [VERSE 4] I snatch your dreams and turn em to reality before you even wake up// And most of yall rappers faking realness like the lady in the make up// And most of yall claiming you sick but the doctor refuted in a check up//Your flows are tasteless, so either you shut up or add some ketchup// Im forever spitting spurts of knowledge to boost your meditation, now thats what real heads define as underground// Getting me on your trap beats is really pretty bad for my reputation, Ima still remain underground till Im under ground!!// #conscious_crimminal [[weedicon]]
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 20:51:50 +0000