Earthboy, Illy Al, Solo, Jeremity,
Mr. Moff, Manterra
Select your weapon of choice
and just get em like
Earthboy, Illy Al, Solo, Jeremity,
Mr. Moff, Manterra
Select your weapon of choice
and just get em like
Yeah, last night my rhymes
brought the same effect as mortars
Told from the critics' corners
to the record authors
Left heads a mess,
trauma and stress disorders
Wrecking balls with all respect
to the pecking order
Fine, tell them take aim at my mob,
I hope it pays off
It's the only shot that they got,
so justify that
And say what you want, mantra man,
I think the world's gone mad
I'm about to lose the plot
On a beat, facing a six MC,
single file, firing squad
No word of which shot, signed it off,
darling God gave a hotline to God
Code of honor means it's never spoke,
since we don't get picked to spot
What? Renegades separ
ate threats from jokes
Now most ain't gonna catch us,
most ain't getting close
No, we dodge left,
then we hook and ride,
hook and unhook and lie
O .B .C. tracks when you die
Last night my rhymes started a revolution
Tell you the truth,
it was evidently an effin' nuisance
Had the hippies following me
for the best solution
Peeps seeking retribution
for the destitution
But I didn't have a solution at all
Still there's a mural of my name
up on the wall
They had my face silhouetted
for the flag bearers
Now I'm like take a bearer,
famous facial hair wearer
But the difference is, I ain't got no message
I was just freestylin', I was just flexin'
See, they predicted my answers,
no question
Misconstrued my message,
man, man, misdirection
I didn't mean to get the people in a riot of
Had them private eyes
watchin' me since 99
The year I started rhymin',
but I'm just a quiet guy
So I'm sayin' sayonara with a
sip of cyanide
Earthborn, get him Iliad, get him
So lo, get him Jeremity, go get him
Mr. Mark, go get him Manterra,
no questions
Select your weapon of choice
and just get him
Earthborn, get him
In the hour, solo, to remedy,
Mr. Mark, Manterra
No question,
select your weapon of choice and just tell
Yo, last night my rhymes
took a man's life
Now I'm searching for the perfect alibi
They had to scatter and
hide inside terraces
Terrified and panicked,
yelling terror from the sky
Residents gave my description to police
A disturber of the peace
and a menace to the streets
Provided eyewitnesses,
now they want fingerprints
This is ridiculous,
I didn't kill him, my lyrics did
The flow, it sounded like an air raid
He was just one of the unluck
y ones
Touched by the sound wave
But no way that he could
withstand its impact
The syntax, bad inflection,
arrested his cardiac
Hey yo, last night my rhyme
made a man overdose
Came home to find some lines
in an open envelope
Couldn't let it go to waste
Had to take a dip, get a taste
Now he's just another name on the form
For an autopsy report
stored in the coroner's office
Problem was, lack of knowledge
is the drug when he's on it
It's kinda subtle if you listen
But it bubbles in the system
Like in Spring Valley missions
When we were just some kids
and smelling like teen spirits
Couldn't see the limits
in a fetal position
on the kitchen floor
Got false and I froze for a minute,
put my finger on the pulse
And too late, his moment was gone
Last night they called me in
and brought me in for manslaughter
Four corners caught me
on a re cording on a camcorder
Reported mortars in the chorus
piece of court order
And with the drop followed rigor mortis
I'm all for it,
your mind's drawn an d forecorded
Moral ma jority are mortified,
they call it morbid
Like it can be aborted
with the applause that we afforded
I can hear the sirens ring out,
we ignored them
The metaphors that teleported
you to heaven's door
The string of words that strangle herds
like they kettle cords
The ashes of a man of peace,
the ink of man of war
Go ahead, make a martyr of me,
we got many more
Earthborn, get em, in the hour, get em
Solo, get em, duality, go get em
Mr. Musk, go get em, man terror,
no questions
Select your weapon of choice
and just dead em
Earthborn, in the hour, solo, to remedy, Mr. Mop,
Manterra, select your weapon of choice
and just do it all
Last night my rhymes had
the planet fooled,
smoking mirrors transformed
an ordinary Joe to Daddy Cool
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled,
hypnotized civilized people
to remind them that they're animals
The force unstoppable,
primitive instinct kicks in,
it descends to mob rule
Like some sick,
twisted game of Simon Says
Get em up, got em up, good,
get em up higher then
Perfect score every time, like 9 to 10
It's Black Magic,
my riddles pull a rabbit out the hatchet
Like Siddle in the Ashes,
just slide a hand my man
Nothing more than a masterful
distraction
Masterful distraction,
masterful distraction
Masterful distraction
