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huntsman - the sound of me lyrics

[verse 1]
i was made for rapping, y’all are just accidents waiting to happen
i speak with dangerous action, y’all busy singing aladdin
happily aim at your adam’s apple and bang, i just shattered it
i don’t praise catholics, i have more faith in a mathematician
based on elaborate methods, they can prove anything
apart from the statement that i’m on the range of untalented
my cadence of patterning’s an amazing attraction
like a fatal -ss-ssin trapped in a maze or a labyrinth
with his victim hanging by his pants shaking and panicking
he prays to the vatican but before they can answer him
it’s too late, with one swing he’s decapitated
the same p-ssion and rage accelerated fast through a straight vacuum
reaching light speed, you can’t fathom it
this is the art of war, straight from the savage fist
decorated in amethyst what happens to the main antagonist?
i’ll snap your ankles like asparagus

[hook]
i’ll keep rapping until the game’s over
i’ll keep rapping until the aliens take over making us their sp-ce soldiers
i’ll keep rapping ’til the sun becomes blocked
when everybody’s trying to run off
i’ll keep rapping ’til the moon’s a meter away
i’m determined and set on leaving my trace, i mean when i say
i’ll keep rapping ’til the whole of mankind’s down to me
better get used to the sound of me

[verse 2]
i have an athlete’s foot with a steel toe, you just got tinea
plus your team just got rid of ya
plus the game just got grittier
plus this player just got about a thousand times more superior
plus i’m having trouble hearing ya witty re-
torts over the scoreboard, one-nil, you’re inferior
i can make a warrior wearier by looking in his eyes
and crushing his whole soul interior
i don’t fall into lucky hands but i don’t fall out either
holy soul like a worn out sneaker
it’s all g but if the fat lady calls out beef
i’mma hit you direct with an all-out ether
i only compare myself to the greats
what’s the point of using the standard of the amateur ape?
today, i don’t have a spare second to play
i’m just busy trying to prepare for my fate

[hook]

[verse 3]
lightyears ahead of you idiots, like your buzz i’m k!lling it
take a second to ask the question would he (woody) and he (andy) already
entered your mental retina, bullseye
take any part of any character that i choose i’m insidious
put more time in my craft than the egyptians did with the pyramids
such a rhythmic delivery, my flow beats my own drum
fe fi fo fum, i smell the blood of a no-good weak guilo sc-m
ain’t feeling this?
i’ll stash your presence in a sack for your kids like i’m coming down the chimney at christmas
boom! period
new line, new line, end it with a signature
you thinking there’s any possibility we be giving up ?
my tank is just filling up
i was raised on canibus’ leviticus to always stay treacherous
been naughty by nature since you thought nbn was the internet

[hook]

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