True North Street Vision - Cymatix Lyrics

When i hit the track its total Annialation
Nuclear Hurricane yall know Im a threat on the track
They always try ta tell me, but They dont know me
Bet yall cant fold me, rakem Thought i told'em
Thats that gambit damage, fully Brandished
That data flight to Boston, slapped it when i Slammed it
Data might shortcake fronting On that technique
Rookie fenna play that card and Get yall style leaked
Pressure of the drums like Pistons watch yall birds chirp
Yall aint applying yaself, go get Ya man purse
Grown men Cosmothots you Know i got work
Diesel Head up n this shxt, now Watch yall neck jerk
When the beat drop, pop ya Collars how yall raps taste
Fatal Math, pass me the Mic, now thats ya face plate
Center of the Nucleus flow yo Thats the fragment
Ya silly style clashin together Like its magnets
Tryna part the sea with sound n rock a titan
WolfGang bang on the flow Now whatchall lycan
See me on some Med Head Gear, so put yall pipe down
Know i never pay it no Mind, thats when they bitin'
Blast w/a sylable swerve it to a Hyphen
Chill Factor up on the Spot, now watch it heighten
Yall not tryna sharen yall Sword, so whatchall written
When i throw bars in the air i Strike they lightning
So when it strike hollowed Ground, you know its Frightning
Id rather hire a cockatoo to do My wrightin

When i spit that rebellion flow, betta get ya rap right
Plastic explosives are by the bar, like they Snaptite
Richochet of rappaz head quick when they act like
Scrambleing for samples of mandolins like they crack pipes
Tracks aint blamppin like that, betta getcha aim open
Verbal Berretas smoken thru tokkens get ya game broken
Dirty LoFi,the Grimey sound bang on you no jokin'
Try ta battle cats of the top, ya get ya frees frozen
Yall really need to calm it down, no jokin'
But when i rake it all in, from the bome yard, its all Omen
Betta hold the phones, putem down, n keep'em on roamin'
Electrical magnetic pulse thru the wireless, the board smokin'
I aint really tryna play with cats you know the damn bizzley
My team whippin CDs out the window like they effin frisbees
Yall need to come with intellectual flows to hit me
So when you try to graze me with bullshit, you know it miss me