Savage Beast - DZK

Yo when I pick-up a mic, I get shivers like winter nights

When I’m spittin right, grippin it tight, adrenaline spikes

Like a fight was incited in the cypher and I’m the type to ignite

The violence when my rivals in sight — I’m wilin

Inviting a writer to bite what I scribe with a pilot

I’m a bison in stride, strikin any guy who would try it

Brighter than lightning riding the skies, a titan

The size of giant and timeless, surviving any crisis arising

I rhyme inter-twining science with a fright-en-ning kind

Of maniacal bias inspired by crime and defiance

For societal pro-pri-ety -- try me-- I’m silently

Devising vials of viral diseases, so finally

These people I despise will consume lethal fumes

When me and my goons release plumes on the streets you use

From heated moving balloons, till you see on the news

You need leak proof suits and tubes to breathe through too

My music is a fusion of acoustical fuel and the brutal

Views of a nuisance who uses the tunes he produces

To get you to do shit and induce a movement of new and

Improved revolution within a few minutes of viewing it

I’m losing it daily, my crew’s been a scary influence on

Burymore choosing to carry more tools than repair-men and using em

On various stupid arrogant dudes daring to prove shit

I’m airing two clips and ain’t caring who’s hit

I’m sicker than livers after litres of liquor were in em

I breathe benzene steam→feed on litter and bleed venom

My track skills are so ill cuz I see with a green vision

Field, and I feel, people’s heat signatures keep switchin

I hone in to a foe’s position with primo precision

I see no reason to get emotional over leaving you twitchin

Broken and beaten, ya clothes soaked in hemoglobin and piss when

I open your throat with a choke, so viscious it rips in

To your skin and past tissue, to de-tatch your kisser

From your little bitch ass neck, when I grab and hit you

I’m faster than missiles, actually I’m faster than the signals

Transmitted to blast missiles, I catch bullets from pistols

I can be drunk, high, passed out or nappin, asleep

I’ll catch a ninja’s daggers with a clap, inches from stabbin me

If you added all the casualties, I’ve casually had in a week

You’d have to get NASA to do the math, I’m a savage beast