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lirix:
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lirix:
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(interesting, um, i see your hobbies are "drinking," "smoking weed," and..."all types of ill ****")
(greetings nerds!)
(metamystiks) (making it bump)
(come on) (you'd better listen)
(don't make me have to call your name out)
(it gets no better than this)
(myf)
to y'alls chagrin, i kick back and let the plate spin
and if it's too loud, i got the asprin in the basement
we ain't worthy of ya tape deck, let alone the
five speaker system out thumpin in ya paycheck
alley cat, smokes jack by the pack
bringin '95 style rap back, smack the wax
got to sign at the dealership
0.9 at the line, slash and fingertip
fully equipped with the automatic quick flow
sick though, how we slick from the get go
hit the pipe like tony hawk with the stony glow
where's the mic? **** walks, jog like this audio
let ya ears blow, cause the drum damage
half the crowd got a holyfield type bandage
and i don't need a mic, i'm loud and clear in all areas
now with more bars, thank your cell phone carriers
james bond, showin my hand, reveal the grand plan
escalate the problem at hand into a wasteland
flametongue blow up like gas cans and
leave holes in maryland the size of craters in the yucatan
and still keep it underground like a bold coal miner,
and underground deep, my *** is half past china
it's best though; you can take the spit proof vests, cause
we'll see who worst off and who ends up with a best of
(your favorite emcees)
(rockin the spot)
(tryna bring the biz to kids)
(n***** feel us, right?)
(the illest ****)
(metamystiks y'all, so protect ya neck)
(blao!) (what'd you expect?)
(super dragon x)
ayo, start the track for this: i am the anti-wackness
activist, the king of this battle ****
i arrive back to rip second-rate actors
and half-assed rappers with half a clip
that's a dangerous man who can speak with his hands
**** with the dj, not even a chance
emcees in a trance when they peepin my stance
compete with the mystiks? i believe that you can't
strike and quip, rhyme style lightning quick
got all your dogs against you like michael vick
i ignite your ****, surpassing all other sounds
the wordsmith arsonist, burn the ****er down
and actors hope to grow with a broken flow
drop ****ty albums with no control
every wack-*** kid who done rap like ****
got a wack-*** friend who shouldn't ever spit
cause if you drop an album and nobody bumps it
you should stop rapping, just quit and say "**** it!"
the dragon who runs ****, back the **** down
a gorilla of rap, you just half of a pound
so spit that, gimme some cigs and a six-pack
you don't need the dragon to tell you your ****'s wack
i rip that, kid you only takin the piss
a *****-*** disciple of front and chris
(your favorite emcees)
(rockin the spot)
(tryna bring the biz to kids)
(n***** feel us, right?)
(the illest ****)
(metamystiks y'all, so protect ya neck)
(blao!) (what'd you expect?)
(never basic) (strictly hip-hop)
(two emcees) (know you can't stop us)
(dj) (snyder) (myf) (super dragon x)
(metamystiks y'all so protect ya neck)
(what'd you expect?)
(greetings nerds!)
(metamystiks) (making it bump)
(come on) (you'd better listen)
(don't make me have to call your name out)
(it gets no better than this)
(myf)
to y'alls chagrin, i kick back and let the plate spin
and if it's too loud, i got the asprin in the basement
we ain't worthy of ya tape deck, let alone the
five speaker system out thumpin in ya paycheck
alley cat, smokes jack by the pack
bringin '95 style rap back, smack the wax
got to sign at the dealership
0.9 at the line, slash and fingertip
fully equipped with the automatic quick flow
sick though, how we slick from the get go
hit the pipe like tony hawk with the stony glow
where's the mic? **** walks, jog like this audio
let ya ears blow, cause the drum damage
half the crowd got a holyfield type bandage
and i don't need a mic, i'm loud and clear in all areas
now with more bars, thank your cell phone carriers
james bond, showin my hand, reveal the grand plan
escalate the problem at hand into a wasteland
flametongue blow up like gas cans and
leave holes in maryland the size of craters in the yucatan
and still keep it underground like a bold coal miner,
and underground deep, my *** is half past china
it's best though; you can take the spit proof vests, cause
we'll see who worst off and who ends up with a best of
(your favorite emcees)
(rockin the spot)
(tryna bring the biz to kids)
(n***** feel us, right?)
(the illest ****)
(metamystiks y'all, so protect ya neck)
(blao!) (what'd you expect?)
(super dragon x)
ayo, start the track for this: i am the anti-wackness
activist, the king of this battle ****
i arrive back to rip second-rate actors
and half-assed rappers with half a clip
that's a dangerous man who can speak with his hands
**** with the dj, not even a chance
emcees in a trance when they peepin my stance
compete with the mystiks? i believe that you can't
strike and quip, rhyme style lightning quick
got all your dogs against you like michael vick
i ignite your ****, surpassing all other sounds
the wordsmith arsonist, burn the ****er down
and actors hope to grow with a broken flow
drop ****ty albums with no control
every wack-*** kid who done rap like ****
got a wack-*** friend who shouldn't ever spit
cause if you drop an album and nobody bumps it
you should stop rapping, just quit and say "**** it!"
the dragon who runs ****, back the **** down
a gorilla of rap, you just half of a pound
so spit that, gimme some cigs and a six-pack
you don't need the dragon to tell you your ****'s wack
i rip that, kid you only takin the piss
a *****-*** disciple of front and chris
(your favorite emcees)
(rockin the spot)
(tryna bring the biz to kids)
(n***** feel us, right?)
(the illest ****)
(metamystiks y'all, so protect ya neck)
(blao!) (what'd you expect?)
(never basic) (strictly hip-hop)
(two emcees) (know you can't stop us)
(dj) (snyder) (myf) (super dragon x)
(metamystiks y'all so protect ya neck)
(what'd you expect?)