Mr. Lif

(Mr. Lif)
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Welcome to the outrageous, contagious
Style from Mr. Lif that amazes
Melts down polar caps with solar raps
When I drop hits, your shoulder snaps
For eight weeks you're doing that sling thing
Cause I was doing my Emperor Ming thing
Merciless, flying winged horses like Perseus
First we just, analyze the man
Small invisible form but grand
Mic removed from the mic stand
Now located in my right hand
Here's my plan, overstand
First I'll unleash my rage on the stage
Off the top of the dome, fuck the written page
Then engage in telekinesis thesis
Which verbally rips your bitch ass squad to pieces
I'm cold, the world freezes
In the ice ages, my mission was to ice sages
In head to head mental combat
Three two one contact
Wheres the motherfuckin combat?
Intellect slashes and leaves gashes
The rhyme smashes
This one in particular with no catches
After several mismatches
The comp had very few chances
The god advances to medieval times
To jig MC's with lances
In present time our eyes met on a few glances
And threw niggas into deep trances
Blew up R&B and Jojo's dancer
Santa and motherfuckin Prancer
In victory my flow found the answer to cancer
And freed niggas from projects, Trenchtown to Atlanta
Talking of being fatter is senseless data
And useless chatter
That leads to another well-done rapper served on a platter
On, Jeffrey Dahmer Day, my favorite holiday
Served lukewarm with sauce, yeah hollendaise
(Speaking)
Hold up now, easy, easy, easy. You know they're not ready for that.
Scratched sample: Come again?