Heavy Artillery (Mr. Lif)

Usually I'm at the bottom of the sea, dormant But every now and then I call upon the torment So I emerge, feel the rays of the sun surge with power Then prepare to tear and devour And after that's understood I let my sounds blare like Underwood After this, lightning and thunder could Crash in the sky and project down to the terrain The heat makes blood bubble in your veins Waves of energy channel through your feet in the form of a beat Rally back your troops, retreat Abort mission cause you know can't compete You're weak, fuck a backup plan, delete Cause after the mega-charge I grow mega-large Increase in size so no one survives You can't believe what you see before your eyes Yes, the god Lif has returned to terrorize Armed forces came out ready to brawl But at a hundred stories tall niggas look small This is the part where I stomp on Kong Rip through the city, crush and romp The [bus sailed]? at my frame but hit the flesh My eye beam connects, burns shit up and wrecks Lyrical Teks, slash necks Blood splatters all over my specs Body parts are found in tape decks So visual you can't watch the scene If you press stop the gears lock and pop your spleen Then I start to finish em: metaphor, simile Mr. Lif has broken out the heavy artillery (I got artillery Keep aware I got artillery Lyrics are ammo You ready? I'm always prepared for warfare Get ready Time to drop this real heavy) Release the crack and then summon the gods I defeated Zeus and Thor, now they want more I call on the rains so now let it pour To soften up the ground so I can bury the gore Book me for a show son, send me on tour Where niggas are fair game up in the airplane I'll battle everybody aisles A through Z on the free But none of them are fuckin with me Watch how I maneuver this Hype rhyme past the stewardess Without her even noticing Yes, I found an opening You lost cause you weren't focusing Now your dome's hot and smoldering Open up the hatch so I can drop out the cargo Cause I'm known to blaze stars just like the argo These rhymes are going far beyond your belief I'm like the Golden Child: each and every day I eat a leaf Gimme the wreath, I'll have a feast Gain knowledge of self then I plan to conquer the beats And I'll build back your mental piece by piece Giving brand new life to the mentally deceased But after this the situation gets truly hazardous Torturous, disastrous Imagine this: experiencing hell right after bliss In this experiment I'm the catalyst Welcome to the realms where money is God And they tamper with your brain 'til you're a spiritual fraud As you focus on these words and enter the mind state I slow down your pulse then increase the rhyme rate Fall into deep psychosis, what's the prognosis? Osmosis: underwater diffusion Welcome to the realms of liquid illusion Where stationary things appear to be movin Look at your speedometer, how fast are you cruisin? Thoughts race, images flash, you're gonna crash But maintain your focus and move with agility Cause Mr. Lif has broken out the heavy artillery (I got artillery Keep aware I got artillery Lyrics are ammo You ready? I'm always prepared for warfare Bring a bulletproof vest and get ready)