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Steve Sage - Stream of Consciousness LP
Track 2. Spit the Venom II
Produced by: Steve Sage

Lyrics:

Grab your chains, baseball bats and hard hats
cause' this shit goes down when I spit these raps
You will never adapt to this word format
to see where I'm at, you will need new maps
Intricate lines will always stay refined, I rhyme
intellectually shine, off the top of my mind
all the mothafuckas best watch, my shit's cocked
verbal shots will hit upon your block
and you run so fast, but you won't know where to go
nobody can fuck wit' my machismo flow
you better face it, you're in defeat, you know that you can taste it
everything you say is metaphorically too basic
I hate it, the way the chumps to the top
not even having skill, but still got a spot
on the big screen, tragically a tragedy
there has to be a mystery, I think it's a conspiracy
People pay to make it, when they make it they get out
are they in it for the money? hell yeah, no doubt
leaving the fans to let their pockets expand
well I'm giving you a message, I can't fucking stand
the men turned bitches and bitches there's too many
a few emcees left, bitches there are plenty
fuck this fake shit, I'm about to turn deadly
It's a revolution, everybody get ready
prepare for assault upon the asphalt
halt mothafuckas, I'll bust through the wall, and charge
beating everyone in sight, I always lose control
when I fight, on the mic

yeah, you mothafuckas better think twice before you step up to this shit
cuz this ain't nothin' that you've ever heard before
ready to bust some shit down to the frame

You just got dropped, don't you know when to stop?
I watch like a hawk, stare locked like strongbox
plus your blood won't clot, cause' you're losing your platelets
I'll punch you so hard in the face that you're faceless
face it, I got plenty, I rock steady
I know that you are jealous because you've always envied, me
the mothafuckin' warrior abusive
a sequel or a prequel couldn't even outdo this
it's a masterpiece, a work of art
when I rap it's from the heart, that's why it's hard
always staying fat like lard, you won't discard
my blade stays sharp, if you ever make remarks
keep fuckin' around, and I'll snap your back
like a fullback sacked on a quarterback
I smash the track, you just cracked your hourglass
now the grim reaper's come, and he's movin' fast for your ass
consider being thrown like trash, and I'm diesel
Do you want to be handicapped?
simply mentally or physically, it's your own choice
I can bust you with my fist or bust you with my voice
the battle of the battle raps, I rattle cats
and climb for the belt, rap's like a ladder match
if you want a war, there are no guns here
we will use ancient weapons, bow staffs and spears
attack me when you're ready, I will guarantee you're stabbed
you're looking for Elusive while your neck splits in half
your oxygen's depleting to your brain, now your numb
then I come from the trees and prove that I've won
fuck around with me, son, you're outdone
cause' my poisonous words will bust out your eardrums
now you're wishin' that you didn't step on my turf
all this pain and hurt could be so much worse
cause' I spit the venom in 'em when I hit 'em with the rhythm
I will get them when they're finished talkin' shit to me, I'm killin' 'em
with every verse I speak, the beast will feast
in the west and east on the rhymes that's weak

Spit the venom in' em, with the rhythm
Spit the venom in' em, with the rhythm
Spit the venom in' em, with the rhythm
I Spit the venom in' em when I hit with the rhythm
Spit the venom in' em, with the rhythm
Spit the venom in' em, with the rhythm
Spit the venom in' em, with the rhythm
I Spit the venom in' em when I hit with the rhythm

[Timmy G.]
Mothafuckas, Elusive
2003, Stream of Consciousness
be ready