Mackthaknife - DOOM (Freestyle) Lyrics

Cloaked in the villainy, masked in obscurity
Saint James' halls, where they committed the treachery
Operating rooms, a tomb for the grandmaster
No surgery, just murder, the plan faster
Masked under the anesthesia, ether in the IV
They ain't see the G, tryna make him sleep eternally
The scalpel spoke in tongues, the rhythm was surgical
But they ain't know the metal-faced doom was lyrical
Doctor's orders, but they ain't got the prescription
Slip the script, sipped the poison, made the incision
But the blade couldn't pierce through the verses I spit
Even when death came creeping, Doom stayed equipped
The last breath was a haiku, a verse in disguise
Saint James couldn't handle what they'd never realize
No white coats can kill what the pen already healed
The spirit of the villain, eternally sealed
They tried to slice through the bars, but the blade blunted
A ghost in the machine, the plot they confronted
Shifting through the stitches, the rhyme was encrypted
Hospital gown, but the flow stayed gifted
Operating under pressure, they thought they dissected
But every cut only resurrected the unexpected
Saint James' corridors, echoes of the ill verse
The mic was the scalpel, left 'em in a dark hearse
Metaphors morph, words shift into medicine
Scripts that drip quick, Doom's flow was the ketamine
Comatose, they thought, but the plot stayed thick
Iller than the sickness, spit the last slick trick
The last breath was a haiku, a verse in disguise
Saint James couldn't handle what they'd never realize
No white coats can kill what the pen already healed
The spirit of the villain, eternally sealed
So they left the room thinking the end was written
But Doom's legacy, forever smitten
In the lines of the lyric, in the echoes of the rhyme
Saint James couldn't kill what lives outside time
Masked up, hidden, the villain's still grinning
The pen lives on, no end, just beginning
So when the night falls, and the echoes call
Remember Saint James, they ain't finish no Doom at all
Villainous scriptures, hidden in the mists of the system
Cryptic code flows, but they missed the wisdom
Heart monitor beeped like a beat on loop
Stethoscope couldn't scope the lyrical troop
Blood pressure rising, like the bars I'm devising
But the lines stay flat, no heart, just despising
They tried to diagnose the rhyme, but it's immune
A sickness in the verse, Doom's true monsoon
They masked up, masked off, but the plot was deranged
Thought they had the antidote, but the rhyme stayed unchanged
Flipped scripts, the doctor's note, an autopsy of the page
But no scalpel could open the villain's final stage
The rhymes cut deep, but the wound won't heal
They can't kill the doom that the mask conceals
No hospital bed could confine the ill mind
The villain's in the verse, forever aligned
Surgical precision, incision in the rhythm
But the flow stayed sharp, cut through their schism
Hospital lights dimmed, but the bars were bright
They couldn't kill the villain in the dead of night