Piece of the Monster

Welcome to the mind of the mistreated genius no one ever agreed with cause I
was dreaming
Of becoming the face of emcee elitists. Destroying beats till you get squeamish
I squeeze this creativity out the brain I’ve gain from the cells attained the
Smith and Haynes
And obtained the knowledge to spit flames and change lame brains into dames
In distress cause the rest cannot rescue them, cause I’m the best when wreck
all those testing and
Every inflections a testament of my progression in channeling my aggression
Take a second -deep breath- cause the rep of Midwest is about to make you
second guess your current heat index
And feel the sweat pouring, pouring from the work I put more in, more than
Chant! Chant! ABC’s! Next time won’t you sing with me?
Stuck on dough with no «Re Mi» and on that note G-strings on ki’s
Drugs and girls ain’t the only topic of discussion
Available when you hear that heavy bass and hard percussion
So I’m about to kick you out that snare that we call «Trap Music»
This is rap music to make heads bob and clap to it
Cause I’m a beast leaving competition shred up
And I’m starting to get hungry and that’s funny cause I’m fed up!
You don’t want a piece of the monster
(Cause my stomach’s been rumbling and I can never get enough)
Memories of the beast will surely haunt ya
(I'm a glutton; a hundred’s been punished. Listen up)
Suit-Suit yourself; I bereave the non-believer
Suit-Suit yourself; I bereave the non-believer
Suit yourself; I bereave the non-believer
I’m a-I'm a monster you don’t want a piece of
Treat me like a demon speeding, but you heathens' following listens to my heat
and now they’re screaming out to me «Godspeed»
Should have seen it coming. I plunder you dumb and dumbers. The underground got
my thumb over it when I author on beats
On the page, the song I say you got to play through all the day cause I’ma stay
planted like a red oak tree on Arbor Day
And arbitrary authority’s in the man who’s recording this, so there is no
ignoring the order- (What did he say?)
(Watch what you say) no mercy is given to folks who don’t listen and constantly
dissing so
(You got to pay) homage to the monster or respect, no less. The best expects
that
(You know the game) I’m it, no tag backs. Attention it brings but you can’t
have that till
(You can spit flames) and you a lame spitter like one of Wayne’s twitter
hashtag filled litter
I’m bagging it up like community service and your top 5 is soon to be nervous
I ain’t talking about beef like too many burgers, but three losing their spot
when dude is inserted
(Why's that?) Cause Threes in the building: Abstract King, Dragon, and Civilian
From the Top-City got witty rhymes in stockpiles and onstage my style is
Rockwilder
Than Red and Meth I’m fresh to death by wrecking everything the game brings me
Left and Right punches thrown till the bell rings. Heavyweight till the lady
sings
You’ll be the phantom in this opera I compose cause I don’t condone those who
oppose
So here’s a warning for my foes (Let the bodies hit the floor)
You at a lost for words, ain’t you? When I drop a verse, ain’t you?
Too many nouns and verbs that you haven’t even heard that’s uhhh…
No surprise. I’m sly as a fox and you ain’t worthy
Smarter than a fifth, that’s why I’m wordy. I won’t plead the fifth;
I ain’t riding dirty
They see me rolling and they hating, cause when I’m flowing there’s no language
Barrier; all ages hear I ain’t scared of you, cause I’m scarier. Rah!
Soiled your under-roos got to fun to lose; it’s all you others do while I get
W’s
I refuse to let refuse do foolish music while I just snooze
I know the idiom; so idiots I get rid of them, cause it’s really gone
Overboard like a plank’s in place. Looking at me dumbfounded with a vacant face
You’re Johnny’s 2×4! why play with Fiya, wood? You would chuck chunks if you
weren’t stumped
That’s why you’re in the trunk; body bag them while they’re thinking about what
I thunk. Ain’t that sum’n?!
(Ain't nobody going to get that junk!) And that’s the point of the joint:
You don’t want none!
And that’s what I want! If you’re looking for a beast, then you got one.
If you’re looking for a piece, then come get some
Cause this is foreshadowing before shattering all foes battling
This ink pen is batting ram and your careers, I’m stabbing them
Outro:
Shun the non-believer
Shun!
Shhhhh-uuuuuuuun-uh!