[Verse One]
Seconds after I had been swept off my feet
Open through the doors and in steps the beat
Complete with medical packs and four fours
Looked at me and said, “damn, this nigga needs gauze”
Wars are fought in the street, he got beat
The meek are disenfranchised and left weak
Me, these images I couldn't ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked in the store
The snare, Slim, sported a rare grin
Noticing damage within, removed bullets and packed skin
The kickdrum, Scurvy, open my eyes, he say "don't worry"
At the clerk he fired rounds in a flurry
And the hi-hat, Matt, tapped the hostages with his gat
Told 'em, "break the fuck out and never look back"
They had the form like Miyagi for the kamikaze
Then they got me, walked me out past the local paparazzi
I see, y'all Re-Animators
Sure, kid, ya jams are flavor
We need a savior and we came to relay the data
I repay a major situation 'cross town, our music has lost sound
Cause they had us locked down
They meanin' sucka rappers, herbs, crabs
Comic clowns who be making shitty sounds in labs
They're defacing masterpieces, just to blast to pieces
What's dope, and hoped that we'd accept the wacker thesis
Jesus
Where's the chamber?
Allow me to become the scum rearranger
They said, "focus your anger and bring the rhymes that you wrote
Because these folks will hang ya"
I accepted their concerns, turned to him and said
"Fuck that written shit I'll flip these niggas off the head"
What about the Feds?
Ayo, we left them a decoy
We didn't want the beast to know we brought back the B-Boy
[Refrain]
Hip, hip-hop, I'mma bring it back
[Verse 2]
Hip-hop is so whack, the beats are fightin' back
And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map
Xs mark the rappers I would soon hex with
Corrosive cadences that overheat when their necks split
Step by step I'm headed toward the set to analyze the threat
And make 'em regret, the day we met
I suspect they got a smooth plot
I'm headed to the rooftops
That's where I’ll make my strategem so I can splatter them
They were only half of ten, five less rappers alive
When we collide the standard is dope, they didn't coincide
They were sacrilegious, and vicious, with dark wishes
Which is to assure the core of hip-hop with the snitches
I dropped dime on how to travel back in time
So they can melt and misalign pioneers, patterns of rhyme
And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing
Soon those niggas won't be breathing
I've seen what I gotta so I'm leaving
Cause I wanna, set off the slaughter for the evening
Niggas hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness
I'm about to rip this, come bear witness
[Refrain]
[Mr. Lif]
Mic check
We had ill static over Illmatic, I reached for it
This nigga said I couldn't have it
So tragic for him to try to counter my magic, I'm rabid
Reached through his fuckin' face and grabbed it
Nigga, how the fuck did you figure
You can interfere with the music so potent
Then I gazed at his skull for a moment
Before I moved on
Then I heard two songs
Distinct flavors from the Wu's Enter the 36 Chambers
I'm about to bring this nigga danger
He was elusive, an Uncle Tom carrying nooses
Strong yet spiritually useless
I gave him flashbacks, of niggas gettin' treated like lab rats
Beatin' with whips and straps
Hit him with conscience, held a mirror up to his face
The motherfucker jetted out of the place
Who's next to get me vexed this rapper making idle threats
Claiming that he's got concepts, I stepped to him slow
Looked deep in his eyes, seen a prison was within him
Cause he's livin' a lie, a rap nearly operation
Told him that man was not meant to leave earth's population
These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintergration
No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low
This had no effect on my abilities though
To murder an emcee is standard procedure
I looked and seen this cat gone and followed the leader
But I'm a cheater, the abdomen and chest deleter
Primary feature, my intense urge to to bleed ya
All his blood's drained, and I'm steadily aiming
To find the next nigga for maiming
That's when my instincts came in handy
This mega large nigga tried to brand me
I dodged a mega blast of energy
Then my mind aged a century
Futuristic data, for a complex matter
His power left a crater, I can peep the equator
He smiled, I can see him through the earth's vapor
Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground
What, my jaw dropped at what I found
Classics like Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, BDP, PE, and Run DMC
Low End Theory, Three Feet, Criminal Minded, Takes a Nation A Mill, Time to Kill
Run DMC self-titled, this nigga's my archrival
Survival, not liable, got up close and what I signed couldn't believe
My enemy was a genetic replica of me
Battling yourself is the biggest chore
It could leave your digits raw, a truly vicious type of war
So now I'm thrown off, taken back in fact, I didn't know how to react
I lacked a plan of attack, but he was in full effect, and next
He'd infect my intellect, with thoughts I couldn't accept
Images of my grandmother in that old folks home
Became very vivid in my dome, his method is drastic telepathic
Damaging my mental fabric, hellafied horror havoc
Criminal I can't stand it, or understand it yet my torture was expanded
By thoughts that he commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting
Dying by himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health
Chronicle inseparable thoughts, to the head
98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads
The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again
Had a vision [?]
So now I'm back, strapped and intact
Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact
Thoughts were unholy, slowly he looked me up and down coldly
Like I'm the motherfuckin' phoney
And maybe I am, damn, I stuttered, dropped the mic from my hand
Saw some open land so I ran
But as I jet past past thoughts, my man had blast shots
Bloodcots stopping circulation to my knot
My ego spit my humility started to mumble feeble shit
A thug within me had a dream of Desert Eagle clips
So who's me, maybe this uzi, cold-hearted steel
With a sign that says use me
I call her Susie, do you like what you see
Usually, I wouldn't let a biter confuse me
So why should this instance make a difference?
So I started to think with the innocence of infants in sense of incent
Burn in incense, I'm intense
Funny how the powerful scent just dense your senses
Don't even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone
Of relentless, sequences that leap fences
Leading all human kind to deep ventures
So I shift forward, like a Sith Lord
With a swift sword, flipped and clipped his mic cord
Speechless, filling with weakness, peep this
He tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif
Be my guest, take a guess who left the set last and who was left a mess
Fight fire with fire
And at peace's request
I summoned the sun to burn a hole in his chest
