Inherit The World (Skillz Mad)

Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads Their crews became victim of the body snatchin' dread The world is now mine, the world belongs to me I carefully planned the extinction of all wack MC's Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter My style will inherit the world, just like water Cover it like sauce, think about who lost Niggaz minds was the reason for the MC holocaust I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some next shit Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic and anorexic I told humans I'd conquer and bomb shit Now I stand alone and take care of my continents A&R's used to ignore me, realized I was nice Now it's no one left here to write my life story Ninety five rappers shelled like pearls Hit by genocide, I inherited the world Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God I came alone, draggin' bags of bones Slit my own wrists, and bleedin' out microphones Consider me the MC who lives forever Rainin' hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God of the weather The end of time as you know it without a shotty In the simple game of freeze tag, I touched everybody Man's worst creation like the bomb Just exist in life form, then I'm leavin' town tomorrow If I hadn't done it, the world wouldn't be clean Now I memorize rhymes, work on my time machine Nothin' shall breathe or be conceived They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's knees I feel relieved, free from their directions Now I battle my reflection, ask rhetorical questions My actions, they might make mortals earl I won't have that problem, I inherited the world Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Now put thought to the word one 'Cause now I got mad time to think about what I done It's too quiet here, I'm losin' my mentality I'm actually alone and I'm startin' to see reality No more hip hop, what was I thinkin' of? No more fat tracks and no family to love No incidents makin' black people tighter No more real MC's doin' time in the cypher No wreckin' shows, no more gettin' biz I fantasize and hear voices sayin' "Yo that shit was fat kid" Nothin' to look forward to day after day So why write rhymes, who's gonna hear what I have to say? And if I do, who's gonna appreciate it? Humanity terminated, I'm alone and I hate it I lost it all, my crew and my girl All because I had to inherit the world Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Uhh, Mad Skillz, keep on Peace out to everybody that's here All the corpses, all the wack MC's