Crush Your Enemies
[Hook]
They wanna try, writing rhymes
Ironically, they are all about to die...
I will take your life
All you gonna...
Die by hands of this barbaric wordsmith
Certain of death, it's a god sent purpose
You're burning... Screaming for your life
Now you're 'bout to die!
[Verse 1]
Die in a split second, when I put the clip in weapons
Ruthless, abusive, the truth is I'm sick of peasants
In they sessions yappin' like they legendary in heaven
I make 'em recognize the pressure in days of Armageddon
Rappin' bout they money, wealth, cars, clothes, hoes
But failed to deliver, on they own shows
I've seen a lot of suckas coming and go
I attached the C-4, made 'em run and explode
The way I punch you in the face is leaving damage around
I'm splitting both brain hemispheres like a samurai
Then I strangle the mic, bang on it twice
While watchin' under the ground rappers ask me for rhymes
I dive into the parts of the minds inner darkness
The harshest intricate bars you can find on the market
Rhymes that'll start shit... Literally, blast targets
Strange coincidence they also punks who rap awkward
[Hook]
They wanna try, writing rhymes
Ironically, they are all about to die...
I will take your life
All you gonna...
Die by hands of this barbaric wordsmith
Certain of death, it's a god sent purpose
You're burning... Screaming for your life
Now you're 'bout to die!
[Verse 2]
Ayo this next verse is nothing but madness
Practicing occult black magic, demonic summoning happens
After blood sacrifice, got several trash bags and...
Rappers across the globe can't fuck with the talent
While these wack muthafuckas tryna trifle
Pull out vital organs intact, with a reprisal
I'm a Viking with an automatic rifle
Hunting down you bastards crying for survival
Fuck ya chrome talk, when you runnin' for the bus
While you cursing in real life but glamorize ya luck
Talkin' bout you puff that blunt with a pimp cup
You probably had to take a loan to get that shit, punk
To hell with local artists, they ain't never helped me
I just represent my city for the folks that help me
And all my enemies, are bound to rest in peace
I read 'em like an open book, they had to push me
[Hook]
They wanna try, writing rhymes
Ironically, they are all about to die...
I will take your life
All you gonna...
Die by hands of this barbaric wordsmith
Certain of death, it's a god sent purpose
You're burning... Screaming for your life
Now you're 'bout to die!
[Verse 3]
Dying in ya dreams than dying in ya sleep
Everything is possible when I'm rhymin' over beats
Do you wanna witness my demonic symphony?
El Bandito has returned only to make you obsolete
Crush 'em with the five times speed of a trailer truck
Imma take this beat, make you bleed you inferior fuck
When I bust, words ruptures visually
Infront yo own eyes, written in calligraphy
No kindness for weakness, I leave 'em all speechless
Dead sea scrolls, you have yet to reach the deepness
Beneath this level, you don't understand the meaning
Ready for the symphony including this demon
Consistent in a studio session or a rap battle
While you ain't finished and displaying bad tantrums
I'll make the scream from your death into a sample
And use it as a beat for El Bandito's anthem
[Hook]
They wanna try, writing rhymes
Ironically, they are all about to die...
I will take your life
All you gonna...
Die by hands of this barbaric wordsmith
Certain of death, it's a god sent purpose
You're burning... Screaming for your life
Now you're 'bout to die!