Extinction

I ain’t the one to play a practical joke on, I’ll construct
A cannon of cathodes and photons out of metallic cobalt
I wouldn’t laugh if I had to stand in for roll call
Sting from the thrown salt covering the canvass I wrote on
My almamaters a house of slaughter, where I worked my 
Body stronger and conquered the agog of Sparta
Athenian councils cautiously offered a masked intent
To truly outlast their death as terracotta statuettes
I sit back and rest just to polish my arrowheads
Hunt rabbit flesh for survival, catch em and track their scent
Who wants to challenge next, I’ll invent a wired sheet
Of IEDs and line the streets of aeronautic landing specs
Light the fuse; encase your tomb with rigomortis               
There’s no civilian forces worthy to sit in for us
I developed the plan, weave wordplay like microscopic
Threading of lanyard into mitochondria cellular strands
Hah, so what’s the source of his power?
Westinghouse and Edison tracked it to the Wardenclyffe Towers
With my unruly voice mixed in, my crew deploys
More of this gruesome noise bruising joints until my rheumatoid kicks in
So I tried to christen my chakras
An awesome gift from Siddhartha and Swami Vivekananda
On the seventh day, I dawned this grizzly sonata
And skinned the imposters along with the devils in Prada
My vocals expose the haters, mind blowing unholy nature
Culminates in my binomial nomenclature
Flows I wrote on paper are not a problem to me
I had forgotten to breathe and still spit the hottest sixteen
My bronchioles heave the heat of pyro kinesis
That kills multi-celled organelles and microbe diseases
Wrote a microphone thesis before our language existed
But the man had it virtually panned by the critics
It was tactful decision to up and sample my lyrics
Showing your fans what it really means to be animalistic
My visions sustain life, my 21 gun salute
Hits your family’s plane as they try and visit your gravesite
Hidden in plain sight, encased in amber rigid raise the slack
Safely fastened braided lashing whips hit the sadomasochistic
Let’s play a game, I’ll battle every member of Wu
In alphabetical order than by height weight and age


 

Extinction

When the World Ends

Master of the Craft

The Centurion

BX Niggas( ft RP and Overload)

Chains

Fuck Y'all (RP on the Hook)

No Offense

Outro

New joint for my upcoming project, you know it Penultimate Vol. 2!!
This project will be by far some of the illest rhymes and flows you could possibly handle in one CD, no braggadocio intended 

Where We At( ft. RP, Strangle, and Overload)

Inverse