Homicide Ride - Channel Live

If Hip-Hop was a bid, kid I’d be a lifer

No jokin', bloodshot eyes in the cipher

My third eye’s always scopin'

To leave a head wide the fuck open

Like a sniper armed with ballistics, sub-control thoughts

Simplistic flows, cerebral assaults

Weak MCs get me pissed like a urinal

One slept, stepped straight into his funeral

Put this flat-line fake rhyme

Too disgracing with my mind

Point blank up to his face

Gotta start tracing into a

New round, a journey to the other side

With me at the helm, he couldn’t burn me

The results of the autopsy

Caught by verbal lead he couldn’t lyrically stop me

Tight flows made MCs schizo, phrenic

Your * cisco’s?

* caught in this rap epidemic

Cause I wet it, sucka MCs will regret it

You’re ready for the homicide through your mind

You gonna die, you gonna die, gonna die

Time to kick the lyrical analysis

I’m tappin' on your spinal cord until I reach paralysis

Now just sit still, this won’t hurt a * taste?

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Fuck the physical I lay your mind to waste

Rhyme like an anaesthetic breathe deep into your nose

Feel the pleasure move, now watch your eyes start to close

Intellect injected on the track like a vein

Trailin' up the arteries I’m comin' for your brain

Skull division, the incision rips the cerebellum

Brain membrane starts to burst cause I swell 'em

I make your skill come back from the gravel I unravel

As words, penetrate fucking up your mental state

More anaesthesia, your body catches amnesia

Lost control of how to eat, shit, piss and breathe

Ah his heart beat quickens, seconds keep tickin'

Time eternally I keep that asshole shittin' from the words

Projected out in cryptic it’s the mystic

Was it really suicide, insanity was inflicted

I’m on a homicide ride through your mind

I focus on your eye’s eruption, they shatter

And pieces scatter on the pavement

Insane bloody thoughts gush from your conscience

As I launch this attack through your eye cracks

My structure turns to a blood cell yeah

Other cells ignite to make your diaphragm yell

Speaking in tongues like a demon, while I’m schemin'

How to turn this homicide of your mind to a suicide

It’s do or die, I’m a goner

Got me trapped into a corner of your mind

Bending like vision, multiplying

Now I’m a hundred deep in your head

And your brain cells are crying

Blood pressure’s rising, from confusion

It’s your mind you’re losing, now

I hold your thoughts hostage, with my intrusion

Jumped off your instincts, then go make a purchase

I convinced yourself to take his life, it’s worthless

Ropes, chains, anti-freeze and the forty four

Flex still I relax there’s ain’t no pressure, no more

Wait, who’s that, a second thought try to catch wreck

He didn’t know I had all your reflexes by the neck