Truly Cinematic - Cas Metah, MotionPlus, Lyriz

Higher Definition I max in, so I’m Maximus Decimus Meridius gladiator

Cut the cross fader while I fly like aviators

So save the favors neighbors I’m Eric Davis in outfields

I’m out still ‘til the witching hour’s over

Drunken monk, sober, slapping a king cobra

Mic skills the coldest, words the magnum opus

Swag over substance is spontaneous combustion

So picture that on a Instamatic Kodak

My Erick Sermon tells the vermin Get the Bozack

Hedonistic but the grace is my statistic

Redemption in the script so the movie’s realistic

Verse 2 (Lyriz)

I’m taking emcees like I’m Ra’s al Ghul

I’m a menace to society to your Moulin Rouge

I’m confused, do you really want to fuel these fumes

I’ll Chernobyl any rapper don’t confuse us two

I’m a different breed, look at me, don’t be fooled

By the smiles and the daps ‘cause I give those too

As well ass whippings, ass kissing Stan’s get schooled

By my vast vocabulary and the presence I exude

I’m an alien to those who say and don’t do who

Say they got metals but ain’t built to build nations

I’m consisting of patience and I’ll wait you out

‘til the day I catch you slipping, better watch your mouth

Verse 3 (Mouf Warren)

‘Cause he might sneak up from behind and pop your ego with that nine

And leave you leaking on the floor then flee the scence of the crime

Tim Burton with the flow, depict the future before it’s time

Return to the scene, laugh at your wack ass for sneak dissing my shine

Peep it, listen, you ain’t a genius like I

Have your people thinking wow, such as beautiful mind

‘Cause every word’s like a scene for the grind

But this ain’t BET

I’m shooting from a photographic memory

We all rhyme I ask myself why a million times for sure

And I think it’s probably ‘cause she won’t let you skeet in hers

All hundred million of you jerkies acting like you dope

Caught snitching on yourself, flip and hope you drop the soap

Verse 4 (RationaL)

Flow just like Nemo, don’t slow for no people

Marshall in 8 Mile, you don’t know what I been through

On a dark night (knight) on the edge like Ledger popping pills

Legends never die, rest in power Robin Will

Insomniac searching for the artifacts, your art is wack

They say lyrically I’m like the Art of War plus the Art of Rap

All these cats swinging off my King Kong Kim Jong ding dong

Play a rapper like a game of ping-pong

Sounds of music without Julie Andrews is tragic

I’m super bad like I’m Jonah, for movie scripts I’m an addict

I stay dope, rappers play roles, I never act

Instead I sent this twelve to Cas, Rash Truly Cinematic

Verse 5 (Wonder Brown)

So many looking for a return of the king and murder the scene

Maybe y’all should be searching for Scream part thirty-three and a third version

The Naked Gun to your conspiracy theory third person

Replacing redrum for some purple drink

Tip your tin cup acting majestic

But choose poorly and watch faces melt after the exits

Some say bring the noise, I say kill the drama like any rapper trying to act,

another passing for Mastodon

More like Comic-Con

Like y’all ain’t camouflage

Watching y’all’s like swimming in a dead pool with a Cannon on

Yeah, get your banner on, might as well the way you were after the green

Yet you still wonder why the back draft is a stab to the spleen

Verse 6 (ReFlex the Architect)

Put your Skype chat versus my IMAX imagery

Your Times New Roman to my spray can calligraphy

White flag before I’m tagged, or bad luck

There’s no shield from my fury, nothing left for I to patch up

Scorched earth rhetoric, they all gasp

Like I stepped into the room in a Day of the Dead skull mask

Weighed up the comp, mentally set the timer

Then bodied the whole scene like this was The Equalizer

Your best plans get moth balled

'cause no one’s left to get behind them, that’s a one man trust fall

So roll credits once these hurses filled then

I’m slow mo' walking out the burning building, yeah

Verse 7 (Cas Metah)

If rapping was gymnastics, you simple cats are still doing spotted back flips

on a padded mattress

If emceeing was acrobatics, you could see Cas trapeze like my hands were made

of magnets

What I script, truly cinematic

So Scorsese, plus the score crazy

SoulSeize got the horns blazing

Your boy downloaded beats on SoundClick and just claiming that he made them

If Hip-Hop was taken by sex slave tradesmen

I am Liam Neeson here to kill all their agents

Spaz out take the back route

Avoiding directors

Choice of selections

I’m poised for perfection

They poison the essence

With usual suspects

Bruisers and rough necks

Who want to come test?

You could get done next

Soon as the sun sets

A jedi on the death star, I hunt flesh

Putting fathers in their coffins, often called a marksman

Dropping bodies so long probably ought to start graveyard shift

They want me dead like Danny Green but don’t know how to make me bleed

Maybe ‘cause I’m Dracula without the fangs for teeth