Just so u know b4 u read this- the ancient Egyptions wrote on Papyrus with hyroglyphs.
I am a scribe, representin my tribe by writin on papyruses/
injectin brains with my tune and my lyrical viruses/
immune systems rejectin em causin dialated irisis/
created interceptin cerrebelum frequencies/
debatin whether or not to continue these indecencies/
my brain matin with genomes to create words to crack skeletal domes/
my wordplay romes into the brains homes fuckin up minds promptin em to pick up chromes/
mad moments caused by me fuckin up ya vital componenets/
programmin a whole army to attack all my opponents/
no one can harm me coz I've put the word out for all your condonments/
creatin new colour tones to mix with ya smell promptin new feremones/
I release em in my zone causin fakes to have a lethal attraction/
to my weapons, causin the retraction of my finger releasin the trigger for satisfaction/
cuttin down their body by a large fraction- their body becomin minimal/
sendin messages to them in the subliminal, makin em take the actions of a criminal/
killin all against me in my deadly riffs/
my lyrical lifts are as vital as the ancient hyroglyphs/
some severe upward gear shifts, givin my foes yet more insecurities/
I'm designin rhymin in all it's natural purities/
actual stories- yet some are lyrical not factual/
tactical spits from my minds deep pits, I'm just thinkin practical/
like I said, tactical- makin it hard for retaliation or attack/
introducin you to a black sack whilst creepin up behind you and shootin you in the back/
no cuttin slack I just destroy my victim and hang em on a meat rack/
to me fakes are worth jack, I destroy em for my mind to soothe/
I write and create veres for my style to improve/
stick in a beat and you'll discover the dopest groove/
no chance to recover the body, no chance to prove/
all I do is write with my syntax, givin ya frontal lobes a chance to relax/
I dance around my foes and then give em life tax/
I recieve a fax tellin me an enemy packs/
I rip off his head and place it next to my platinum plaques/
fuckin vermine, I'm English and Imma treat u like a German/
Nazi vermine- meet the Paparazzi if ya brain can determine/
What I've written so tight it's been bitten/
in a fight I'm a lion and my enemies a kitten/
prayin in Zion whilst tryin my style on/
bodie blasted, dead and gone- Stripes the Scribe lasted/
ya so head-fucked ya skulls had to be casted/
Like Elijah I'm predictin time ahead, convictin the future and seein man-kind dead/
images of evictin the onez from the past- capped in the head/
I rapped about em bein shot, weighed down with lead/
now bullets are hot, they're slayed and covered in liquid red/
lives mislayed, lyrical excellence displayed- whilst the whole time the game's bein played/
around the edges it's frayed so I'm cleanin it up and correctin/
soon every town'll have my statue errectin/
bodies rejectin this lethal injectin dose/
I spit hot and got what ya not so ya don't come close/
better close ya eyes and pray before you overdose/
I am a scribe, representin my tribe by writin on papyruses/
injectin brains with my tune and my lyrical viruses/
immune systems rejectin em causin dialated irisis/
created interceptin cerrebelum frequencies/
debatin whether or not to continue these indecencies/
my brain matin with genomes to create words to crack skeletal domes/
my wordplay romes into the brains homes fuckin up minds promptin em to pick up chromes/
mad moments caused by me fuckin up ya vital componenets/
programmin a whole army to attack all my opponents/
no one can harm me coz I've put the word out for all your condonments/
creatin new colour tones to mix with ya smell promptin new feremones/
I release em in my zone causin fakes to have a lethal attraction/
to my weapons, causin the retraction of my finger releasin the trigger for satisfaction/
cuttin down their body by a large fraction- their body becomin minimal/
sendin messages to them in the subliminal, makin em take the actions of a criminal/
killin all against me in my deadly riffs/
my lyrical lifts are as vital as the ancient hyroglyphs/
some severe upward gear shifts, givin my foes yet more insecurities/
I'm designin rhymin in all it's natural purities/
actual stories- yet some are lyrical not factual/
tactical spits from my minds deep pits, I'm just thinkin practical/
like I said, tactical- makin it hard for retaliation or attack/
introducin you to a black sack whilst creepin up behind you and shootin you in the back/
no cuttin slack I just destroy my victim and hang em on a meat rack/
to me fakes are worth jack, I destroy em for my mind to soothe/
I write and create veres for my style to improve/
stick in a beat and you'll discover the dopest groove/
no chance to recover the body, no chance to prove/
all I do is write with my syntax, givin ya frontal lobes a chance to relax/
I dance around my foes and then give em life tax/
I recieve a fax tellin me an enemy packs/
I rip off his head and place it next to my platinum plaques/
fuckin vermine, I'm English and Imma treat u like a German/
Nazi vermine- meet the Paparazzi if ya brain can determine/
What I've written so tight it's been bitten/
in a fight I'm a lion and my enemies a kitten/
prayin in Zion whilst tryin my style on/
bodie blasted, dead and gone- Stripes the Scribe lasted/
ya so head-fucked ya skulls had to be casted/
Like Elijah I'm predictin time ahead, convictin the future and seein man-kind dead/
images of evictin the onez from the past- capped in the head/
I rapped about em bein shot, weighed down with lead/
now bullets are hot, they're slayed and covered in liquid red/
lives mislayed, lyrical excellence displayed- whilst the whole time the game's bein played/
around the edges it's frayed so I'm cleanin it up and correctin/
soon every town'll have my statue errectin/
bodies rejectin this lethal injectin dose/
I spit hot and got what ya not so ya don't come close/
better close ya eyes and pray before you overdose/