Alien Sex

Verse 1:

It's the sickest force-in-the-game

Psychopathic, warped-in-the-brain

Don't belong on this planet, shouldn't walk-the-terrain

Since a younger I was awkward-and-strange

My thoughts-are-deranged

Trying to conform and be normal's just torturous-pain

Either I'm a fucking alien's abortion-that-came

Down from the sky, landed on Earth, morphed-and-attained

Human attributes, or my Dad's corpse-was-a-plain

Lie to hide an abduction my mum was forced-to-retain

We ain't the same-breed

Motherfucker you could train-three

Million years in a row and you still wouldn't be in the same league

I regularly boost my brain-speed

Chewing a mains-lead

Til my temple vains-bleed!

Stunning the hardest rap-fanatics

With my rhyming acrobatics

Make the sickest emcee need to rethink his rap-schematics

A Syko who acts-erratic

Spitting vats-of-acid

Play my albums back-to-back-it's

Like a legend just stepped in the room and spat-the-classics...

Hook 1:

I'm hot as subterranean-depths

If you ain't feeling me you need your fucking craniums-checked

Feeling like Iorn Man, rolling with titanium-pecs

Untouchable, bitch I'm the product of alien-sex!

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Verse 2:

Cold-as-ice

When I hold-the-mics

Every piece of gold-I-Write's

As lethal as 10 King Cobra-bites

A poltergeist

When the flow-recites

Can't touch this, you'd have better luck cutting diamonds with dolomites

I'll go-for-nights

Writing so-precise

Like when surgeons go-to-slice

Making these other rappers look overpriced

Couldn't even be my prototypes

I'll merc off the entire industry with a keyboard as my sole-device

This is magical-shit

Got the flow to make your girl touch her vaginal-lips!

Make a paraplegic start bussing radical-flips!

And make the sourest haters act like fanatical-chicks!

Guess it's the nature-of-the-beast

Got the flavour-of-elites

And I don't need, no one to cater-for-the-beats

Couldn't give a fuck if majors-wanna-reach

Long as I'm paying rent and still got paper-for-the-beach

Some of you make me crease

Bragging on tracks you have-in-the-charts

Then only ever last

As long as an average-fart!

From the start

I was spitting with a mavericks-heart

If it ain't pushing boundaries it's not an adequate-task

That's why my shit's the cream-of-the-crop

Hear the passion in my bars when I'm reeling-them-off

This is Hip-Hop

Ain't tryna be dealing-in-pop

And when I'm not, breathing is when the scheming-will-stop...

Hook 2:

I'm lethal as radium-gets

Talking like your fucking sick but I ain't vaguely-impressed

Hating cause I've got the bars to make your lady-undress

Untouchable, bitch I'm the product of alien-sex!

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