Makeshit

Head trap, step back as your head gets soft.
Wet clap, splat-slap, as your jaw flies off!
Save yourself 'cause the world is mine
I'm flippin' serendipitous, wicked, sick - wo - ryhmes.
You're witnessing a sign of the times I -
I find the finer kind of the lines.
Glass-jaw, class, law: That's a sign of my death
No drugs never tug a point "o" nine on my breath - like:
Sike! - hey, - who's that? - new thang, - true slang...
Complacent I grab that still-life and I break it!
Adjacent to bubble-gum rock's where I place it.
The basis: Raw dawg salavatious -
To taste this you need a new tounge and a raised fist.
Displacement. No trace like a facelift
The pace shift: It's time for the makeshift.

Speak now, speak now.
I smell your fear from here...

(Who) I am!
(True) I am!
I am the culture killing son of a man - what!
No mask, no face, no lies.
Speak now!! Speak now!!

Sicks deep philosophy rude-rooted spitism.
You spit jism time for a nickel-bag of ism,
Like "nickel-bag, nickel-bag, dime to a nickel"
Spit a mag iron-clad flows for ya simple...
... Minded muthafuckas time to get rambunctious
You'll never catch an open-hand slap, it's a shut fist!
My will is harder than the force of a fist
Ripped off, shot through a cannon, chopped up and shot through clips
I grips... The cup like a beast for the feast
Speak now or forever hold your peace - you're...
... Weak now with your toungue in your cheek
I've got a format for hardcore that wore your soul upon a leash!
Like: Sicks deep, - raise up! - blaze up, - face up!
Ya betta face up to the makeshift I'll lace you with the basement,
Don't say shit take another dayshift - ha!
Slipped, slayed and jaded
Stayed and waited patiently, made new fate and created.
Or more simply stated: Throw caution to the wind, kid, it's time for the makeshift.

Speak now, speak now.
I smell your fear from here...

(Who) I am!
(True) I am!
I am the culture killing son of a man - what!
No mask, no face, no lies.
Speak now!! Speak now!

How the fuck you gonna beat me when I can't be hurt, son?!
You don't know what I'm goin' through with every word...
... That I say, something cries angels fall from the sky
'Cause the slavery of tradition felt a sting in it's eye
And I don't want a mutherfucking little piece of the pie!
I want the whole damn thing no strings ask "why?"
When there's a beauty in your face, they say "just look," don't ever taste
I'll take that bullshit with it's fucking life! Back up!

Back up!!!
Back up!!!
Back up!!!
Back up!!!
No time for waitin', feel ya shaking rude awaking, now! Speak now! speak now!
No time for waitin', feel ya shaking rude awaking, now! Speak now! speak now!
No time for waitin', feel ya shaking rude awaking, now! Speak now! speak now!
No time for waitin', feel ya shaking rude awaking, now! Speak now! speak now!
Speak now! Speak now!!!