Enters The Colossus (Mr. Lif)

"Yo, you listenin'?" "Yo no doubt Lif what's the deal what's happenin'?" "Yo, basically we just had to break out the heavy artillery on those cats An' hold it Down, you know." "Yeah, true that." "So I'm thinkin' we laid them all to waste so I step outside thinkin' Everythings peace There's a couple stragglers talkin' 'bout they wanna take me to war." "What, yo son, wha'd you do?" I ran behind some trees Gave my lyrical trigger a squeeze Five rappers fell to they knees I got a rhyme grenade Pulled the pin out Blew them men out First one and from Lif has been sent out Who the fuck pulled they pin out Look how long the rapper waited Is incovaporated He got slapped and faded I'm nice with nouns, pronouns and adverbs If the crowd can't feel what I say Add nerves (?) With no buffas I've had enough of This is ridiculous Jack them niggaz up like Nickalaus Stick 'em like licorice If you can't get hip wit this Hot, stop It requires thought From the concious My rhymes are missle launchers Aimed at those were dishonest About the opportunities in the land that they promised Come to the show if you want this I blow up the whole crowd and walk away the comments The lyricist is fatal Colossus (scratches) (?) The rap philosopher (scratches) After that The guard remained natural like habitat I go to the studio Grab a dat Put it in Let's begin Gimme the cue (one two) Package it up and send it overseas and rocks Over mass hustlers and over Gs and spots Such as Johannesburg and Belize I bring apocalypse to earth and shake off the trees And if you've ever seen me rhyme, you know I'll drop a cool flow then flip like Kujo And list yo' wack ass in the mile file Niggaz need to go back and watch Wildstyle Hip hop has arisen Mr. Lif is livin' And not dead or in prison Givin you powerful thoughts to envision Open ya mind up and listen I'm on a mission Listen gentlemen The lyricist is fatal Stand like colossus Fatal Colossus Fatal (scratches) So let the shallow MCs wonder where the park is land at While I'm telling Indians to take they land back Yo plan that Coup D'etat I'll be Rex like Rawhead Leavin' more dead wit my warhead If you're seemed level here's more red Looting battle quotes in my catapults Let's see if these if these fly money having nigga's data floats When I splatta moats If you think you got fatter troups I got battle groups Who've been down by parachutes Send yo DJ back to find fatter loops Oops Those ain't the right ones Ya sike son Ya might run But your whole squad'll get quite done Whether it's nightime or under bright sun The fight runs for 2 years That's 24 months 104 weeks and 65 blunts Daily You can fuck with Mr. Lif, oh really? Your label's paralyzed Your camera maker see bailey And he fear me He see me lose my calm Do them niggaz mega-harm Mega-bomb I'm mega strong Roll my troops to Megatron What you wanna broke yo leg or arm A mega arm With mega rhymes Short circuit your brains to Sega-luzz (...................mmmhm!)